Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly

Whatever I Take, I Take Too Much Or Too Little; I Do Not Take The Exact Amount. The Exact Amount Is No Use To Me.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth Part Of A Man.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.