Never Have I Been Able

Sadness Is A State Of Sin.

Oh, Would That My Mind Could Let Fall Its Dead Ideas, As The Tree Does Its Withered Leaves!

Without Mysticism Man Can Achieve Nothing Great.

Nothing Excellent Can Be Done Without Leisure.

Through Fear Of Resembling One Another, Through Horror Of Having To Submit, Through Uncertainty As Well, Through Skepticism And Complexity, There Is A Multitude Of Individual Little Beliefs For The Triumph Of Strange Little Individuals.