My Art And Profession Is To Live.

What Of A Truth That Is Bounded By These Mountains And Is Falsehood To The World That Lives Beyond?

For A Desperate Disease A Desperate Cure.

To Distract Myself From Tiresome Thoughts, I Have Only To Resort To Books; They Easily Draw My Mind To Themselves And Away From Other Things.

There Are No Truths, Only Moments Of Claryty Passing For Answers.

No Wonder, Said An Ancient, That Chance Has So Much Power Over Us, Since It Is By Chance That We Live.