What Sort Of Politics You People Do?

All That Is Born And Destroyed Is Reborn In The Sweep Of The Ages; Life Like A Decimal Ever Recurring Repeats The Old Figure.

Late, I Learned That When Reason Died, Then Wisdom Was Born; Before That Liberation, I Had Only Knowledge.

I Swore That I Would Not Suffer From The World's Grief And The World's Stupidity And Cruelty And Injustice And I Made My Heart As Hard In Endurance As The Nether Millstone And My Mind As A Polished Surface Of Steel. I No Longer Suffered, But Enjoyment Had Passed Away From Me.

To Listen To Some Devout People, One Would Imagine That God Never Laughs.

Do Not Be Eager For Things Above.