Is Not Every Life, Every Work Fine?

Were Not The Gods Forms Created Like Me And You, Mortal, Transient?

You Have To Try The Impossible To Achieve The Possible

"you Do Not Really Love Me — You Love Nobody. Is That Not True?" "maybe," Said Siddhartha Wearily. "i Am Like You. You Cannot Love Either, Otherwise How Could You Practice Love As An Art? Perhaps People Like Us Cannot Love. Ordinary People Can — That Is Their Secret."

It Was Lovely, And Tempting, To Exert Power Over Men And To Shine Before Others, But Power Also Had Its Perditions And Perils.

Eternity Is A Mere Moment, Just Long Enough For A Joke.