He Who Despairs Of The

The Four Conditions Of Happiness: Life In The Open Air, Love For Another Being,freedom From Ambition,creation

Because There Is Nothing Here Than Invites Us To Cherish Unhappy Lovers. Nothing Is More Vain Than To Die For Love. What We Ought To Do Is Live.

I Can Feel This Heart Inside Me And I Conclude It Exists. I Can Touch This World And I Also Conclude That It Exists. All My Knowledge Ends At This Point. The Rest Is Hypothesis.

There Can Be No True Goodness, Nor True Love, Without The Utmost Clear-sightedness.

Conscious Of Not Being Able To Separate Myself From My Time, I Have Decided To Become Part Of It.