In Pain There Is As

Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.

The Hour When You Say, "what Does My Happiness Matter? It Is Poverty And Filth, And A Wretched Complacency. Yet My Happiness Should Justify Existence Itself!

O, What Nowadays Does Science Not Conceal! How Much, At Least, It Is Meant To Conceal!

The Public Easily Confuses Him Who Fishes In Troubled Waters With Him Who Draws Up Water From The Depths.

Not Doubt, Certainty Is What Drives One Insane.