I'm The Seagull. No, That's

I Promise To Be A Splendid Husband, But Give Me A Wife Who, Like The Moon, Won't In My Sky Every Day...

Calculating Selfishness Is The Annihilation Of Self.

The More Cultured A Man, The Less Fortunate He Is.

Nothing Can Be Accomplished By Logic And Ethics.

Useless Pursuits And Conversations Always About The Same Things Absorb The Better Part Of One's Time, The Better Part Of One's Strength, And In The End There Is Left A Life Grovelling And Curtailed, Worthless And Trivial, And There Is No Escaping Or Getting Away From It—just As Though One Were In A Madhouse Or Prison.