Mostly The Loss Teaches Us Only About

Most Men Are So Thoroughly Subjective That Nothing Really Interests Them But Themselves.

Will Minus Intellect Constitutes Vulgarity.

To Be Alone Is The Fate Of All Great Minds—a Fate Deplored At Times, But Still Always Chosen As The Less Grievous Of Two Evils.

Our Life Is A Loan Received From Death With Sleep As The Daily Interest On This Loan.

The Best Consolation In Misfortune Or Affliction Of Any Kind Will Be The Thought Of Other People Who Are In A Still Worse Plight Than Yourself; And This Is A Form Of Consolation Open To Every One. But What An Awful Fate This Means For Mankind As A Whole! We Are Like Lambs In A Field, Disporting Themselves Under The Eye Of The Butcher, Who Chooses Out First One And Then Another For His Prey.