They understand but a little who understand only what can be explained.
Oh happy pessimists! What a joy it is to them to be able to prove again and again that there is no joy.
Without imagination, there is no goodness, no wisdom.
How happy are the pessimists! What joy is theirs when they have proved there is no joy.
With our parents we bury our past, with our children our future.
Runners are poor walkers.