To Grow Old Is To Pass From

God Put Self-pity By The Side Of Despair Like The Cure By The Side Of The Disease.

What Is A Firm Hand To Me, Of What Use To Me Is This Astonishing Power If I Cannot Change The Order Of Things, If I Cannot Make The Sun Set In The East, That Suffering Diminish And That Beings No Longer Die?

In Order To Understand The World, One Has To Turn Away From It On Occasion.

I Make Myself Strict Rules In Order To Correct My Nature. But It Is My Nature That I Finally Obey.

The One Who Doesnt Play, Doesnt Win Anything, But He Actually Looses Somehting, {playing}