Many Said Selfishness Was The Flaw Of

What A Pathetic Creature Is Man! His Senses Are Awakened By The Hope For The Very Thing Whose Consummation Puts Him To Sleep.

Just As The Queen Bee, The Highest-ranking, Peerless Creature Of Her Hive, Is Surrounded By Lowly Drones To Please Her, Whereas The Workers Produce Honey, The Same Way Is The One Who Sits On The Throne An Equal Only To Himself, And No One's Companion.

Isn't It Awful That Cold Feet Make For A Cold Imagination And That A Pair Of Woollen Socks Induce Good Thoughts!

Human Life, Old And Young, Takes Place Between Hope And Remembrance. The Young Man Sees All The Gates To His Desires Open, And The Old Man Remembers--his Hopes.

Distinctly Different As A Child, As An Adolescent, In His Prime And In His Old Age, Man Considers Himself As One, Not Because He Acts, But Because He Knows.