Can We Conceive What Humanity

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness.

It Is Death That Is The Guide Of Our Life, And Our Life Has No Goal But Death.

At Every Crossway On The Path That Leads To The Future, Each Progressive Spirit Is Opposed By A Thousand Men Appointed To Guard The Past. Let Us Have No Fear That The Fair Towers Of Former Days Be Sufficiently Defended. The Least That The Most Timid Among Us Can Do Is Not To Add To The Immense Dead Weight That Nature Drags Along.

The Value Of Ourselves Is But The Value Of Our Melancholy And Our Disquiet.

As Soon As We Put Something Into Words, We Devalue It In A Strange Way. We Think We Have Plunged Into The Depths Of The Abyss, And When We Return To The Surface The Drop Of Water On Our Pale Fingertips No Longer Resembles The Sea From Which It Comes. We Delude Ourselves That We Have Discovered A Wonderful Treasure Trove, And When We Return To The Light Of Day We Find That We Have Brought Back Only False Stones And Shards Of Glass; And Yet The Treasure Goes On Glimmering In The Dark, Unaltered.