What curious little corners of folly are to be found in even the sanest brain!
in much knowledge there is also much grief.
Are all ends of life so sad?
Power is a companion it is not easy to part with, when it goes, the zest of life goes with it. With dry eyes and clenched fist, one stares after it, jealous of the next one it will single out.
Nothing is ours really, not even our own souls!
Nothing's far when one wants to get there.