In all climates, under all skies, man's happiness is always somewhere else.
He who doubts, knows - knows as much as can be known.
The world laughs at things it would really prefer to admire, and like Aesop's fox it criticizes things it covets.
What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.
If content with himself and mankind, a man is never harsh or curt.
Freedom is the dream you dream While putting thought in chains again --