Men Seldom Act From A Correct Sense

Rest Forever, Tired Heart. The Final Illusion Has Perished. The One We Believed Eternal Is Gone. Just Like That. Out The Door Desire Follows Hope. Rest Forever. Enough Throbbing. Nothing Deserves Your Attention Nor Is The Earth Worth A Sigh. Bitterness And Boredom Is Life, Nothing Else Ever, And The World Is Mud. Quiet Now. Despair For The Last Time. Fate Gives Us Dying As A Gift. Now Turn From The Hills, The Ugly Hidden Power Which Rules For The Common Evil And The Infinite Vanity Of It All.

There's No Greater Sign Of Being A Poor Philosopher And Wise Man Than Wanting All Of Life To Be Wise And Philosophical.

The Greater Part Of The People We Assign To Educate Our Sons We Know For Certain Are Not Educated. Yet We Do Not Doubt That They Can Give What They Have Not Received, A Thing Which Cannot Be Otherwise Acquired.

Children Find Everything In Nothing; Men Find Nothing In Everything.

What Do You Do There, Moon, In The Sky? Tell Me What You Do, Silent Moon. When Evening Comes You Rise And Go Contemplating Wastelands; Then You Set.