I Consider Him Of No Account Who

The Dear Good People Don't Know How Long It Takes To Learn To Read. I've Been At It Eighty Years, And Can't Say Yet That I've Reached The Goal.

Man's Highest Merit Always Is, As Much As Possible, To Rule External Circumstances And As Little As Possible To Let Himself Be Ruled By Them.

When I Consider The Narrow Limits Within Which Our Active And Inquiring Faculties Are Confined; When I See How All Our Energies Are Wasted In Providing For Mere Necessities, Which Again Have No Further End Than To Prolong A Wretched Existence; And Then That All Our Satisfaction Concerning Certain Subjects Of Investigation Ends In Nothing Better Than A Passive Resignation... When I Consider All This... I Am Silent.

Stupidity Is Without Anxiety.

Everything Transitory Is But An Image.