When One Has Not Had A Good

I Love Him Whose Soul Is So Overfull That He Forgetteth Himself, And All Things Are In Him: Thus All Things Become His Down-going.

Death Is Close Enough At Hand So We Do Not Need To Be Afraid Of Life.

A Few Hours' Mountain Climbing Make Of A Rogue And A Saint Two Fairly Equal Creatures. Tiredness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity - And Sleep Finally Adds To Them Liberty.

Do Not Be Deceived! The Busiest People Harbor The Greatest Weariness, Their Restlessness Is Weakness--they No Longer Have The Capacity For Waiting And Idleness.

This Is The Manner Of Noble Souls: They Do Not Want To Have Anything For Nothing; Least Of All, Life. Whoever Is Of The Mob Wants To Live For Nothing; We Others, However, To Whom Life Gave Itself, We Always Think About What We Might Best Give In Return... One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where One Does Not Give Joy.