From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.

To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

The sum of all sums is eternity.

What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?

All life is a struggle in the dark.

Too often in time past, religion has brought forth criminal and shameful actions... How many evils has religion caused?