The Most Merciful Thing In

There Was Really Nothing For Serious Men To Do In Cases Of Wild Gossip, For Superstitious Rustics Will Say And Believe Anything.

The Human Race Will Disappear. Other Races Will Appear And Disappear In Turn. The Sky Will Become Icy And Void, Pierced By The Feeble Light Of Half-dead Stars. Which Will Also Disappear. Everything Will Disappear. And What Human Beings Do Is Just As Free Of Sense As The Free Motion Of Elementary Particles. Good, Evil, Morality, Feelings? Pure 'victorian Fictions'. Only Egotism Exists.

Creative Minds Are Uneven, And The Best Of Fabrics Have Their Dull Spots.

Nothing Really Known Can Continue To Be Acutely Fascinating.

But More Wonderful Than The Lore Of Old Men And The Lore Of Books Is The Secret Lore Of Ocean.