That Which Knows All Things And Is

Solitude Will Be Welcomed Or Endured Or Avoided, According As A Man's Personal Value Is Large Or Small.

Life Swings Like A Pendulum Backward And Forward Between Pain And Boredom.

How Very Paltry And Limited The Normal Human Intellect Is, And How Little Lucidity There Is In The Human Consciousness, May Be Judged From The Fact That, Despite The Ephemeral Brevity Of Human Life, The Uncertainty Of Our Existence And The Countless Enigmas Which Press Upon Us From All Sides, Everyone Does Not Continually And Ceaselessly Philosophize, But That Only The Rarest Of Exceptions Do.

Time Is That In Which All Things Pass Away.

Life Is Neither To Be Wept Over Nor To Be Laughed At But To Be Understood.