Asceticism without religion is just another way of cultivating peculiar sensations.
Abyss-mongering makes professors and poets feel daring.
At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.
Fears and lies intensify consciousness.
Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.
Learned researches lead to headaches, constipation, and befuddled quarreling.