The Happiness Which We Receive From Ourselves

To Desire Immortality Is To Desire The Eternal Perpetuation Of A Great Mistake

Freedom Of The Press Is To The Machinery Of The State What The Safety Valve Is To The Steam Engine.

Our First Ideas Of Life Are Generally Taken From Fiction Rather Than Fact.

Whatever Torch We Kindle, And Whatever Space It May Illuminate, Our Horizon Will Always Remain Encircled By The Depth Of Night.

What Give All That Is Tragic, Whatever Its Form, The Characteristic Of The Sublime, Is The First Inkling Of The Knowledge That The World And Life Can Give No Satisfaction, And Are Not Worth Our Investment In Them. The Tragic Spirit Consists In This. Accordingly It Leads To Resignation.