My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams — like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams — like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.
To be great, be whole;Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you.Be whole in everything. Put all you areInto the…
Look round the habitable world, how fewKnow their own good; or knowing it, pursue.How void of reason are our hopes…
Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do and play consists of whatever a body is not obliged…