The Manager Is To Be

Why Does God Endow Us With Compassion?

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.

A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

Above All Things, I Must Not Get Angry. If I Do Get Angry I Knock All The Teeth Out Of The Mouth Of The Poor Wretch Who Has Angered Me.