My Pessimism Extends To The

When I Was Young I Pitied The Old. Now Old, It Is The Young I Pity.

In Art As In Life The Valid Sacrifices Are Those That Bring No Income.

We Bestow On Others Praise In Which We Do Not Believe, On Condition That In Return They Bestow Upon Us Praise In Which We Do.

To Love An Idea Is To Love It A Little More Than One Should.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.