It Is Good Insofar As It Is

As Youth Lives In The Future, So The Adult Lives In The Past: No One Rightly Knows How To Live In The Present.

What A Pathetic Creature Is Man! His Senses Are Awakened By The Hope For The Very Thing Whose Consummation Puts Him To Sleep.

No Shortcomings Of Other People Cause Us To Be More Intolerant Than Those Which Are Caricatures Of Our Own.

Jealousy Is A Grievous Passion That Jealously Seeks What Causes Grief.

From A Distance The Rushing Of The Torrent Delights And Uplifts Us, But It Rocks Us In A Flimsy Boat, We Are Overwhelmed By Despair. The Same Applies To Danger.