People Who Think Honestly And

In The Colored Reflection We Have Life.

Men Are Joined By Conviction, Sundered By Opinion.

Just Begin And The Mind Grows Heated; Continue, And The Task Will Be Completed!

Is It Not Enough That We Cannot Make One Another Happy, Must We Also Rob One Another Of The Pleasures That Any Heart May Permit Itself Now And Then? And Name Me A Person Who In A Bad Mood Will Be Decent Enough To Hide It, To Bear It Alone, Without Destroying The Joy Around Him. Is It Not Rather An Inner Dissatisfaction With Our Own Unworthiness, A Dislike Of Ourselves That Is Always Associated With Envy Aggravated By Foolish Conceit? We See People Happy And Not Made Happy By Us, And That Is Unbearable.

A Useless Life Is An Early Death. [ger., Ein Unnutz Leben Ist Ein Fruher Tod.]