Death Is Not Evil, For

If Content With Himself And Mankind, A Man Is Never Harsh Or Curt.

Man Is Doomed Either Squander His Youth, Which Is The Only Time He Has To Store Provisions For The Coming Years And Provide For His Own Well-being, Or To Spend His Youth Procuring Pleasures In Advance For That Time Of Life When He Will Be Too Old To Enjoy Them.

Every Man Remembers His Childhood As A Kind Of Mythical Age, Just As Every Nation's Childhood Is Its Mythical Age.

The Old Man, Especially If He Is In Society In The Privacy Of His Thoughts, Though He May Protest The Opposite, Never Stops Believing That, Through Some Singular Exception Of The Universal Rule, He Can In Some Unknown And Inexplicable Way Still Make An Impression On Women.

That Is Why All Great Men Are Modest: They Consistently Measure Themselves Not In Comparison To Other People But To The Idea Of Perfection Ever Present In Their Minds, An Ideal Infinitely Clearer And Greater Than Any Common People Have, And They Also Realize How Far They Are From Fulfilling Their Ideal.