It Is Stupid To Grieve For The

A Man Is Never Completely Alone In This World. At The Worst, He Has The Company Of A Boy, A Youth, And By And By A Grown Man - The One He Used To Be.

Death Is Repose, But The Thought Of Death Disturbs All Repose.

All Sins Have Their Origin In A Sense Of Inferiority Otherwise Called Ambition.

The Slowness Of Time, For A Man Who Knows Nothing Will Happen, Is Brutal.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.