A Life Without Music Is

So Far There Has Been No Philosopher In Whose Hands Philosophy Has Not Grown Into An Apology For Knowledge; On This Point, At Least, Every One Is An Optimist, That The Greatest Usefulness Must Be Ascribed To Knowledge. They Are All Tyrannized Over By Logic, And This Is Optimism In Its Essence.

We Should Turn Our Death Into A Celebration, Even If Only Out Of A Malice Towards Life: Towards The Woman Who Wants To Leave--us!

Just Look At The Faces Of The Great Christians! They Are The Faces Of Great Haters.

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

Robinson Had A Servant Even Better Than Friday: His Name Was Crusoe.