To No Man Make Yourself

The Universe Is Transformation: Life Is Opinion.

Infinity Is A Fathomless Gulf, Into Which All Things Vanish.

Your Days Are Numbered. Use Them To Throw Open The Windows Of Your Soul To The Sun. If You Do Not, The Sun Will Soon Set, And You With It.

It Is Not Fit That I Should Give Myself Pain, For I Have Never Intentionally Given Pain Even To Another.

The Lot Assigned To Every Man Is Suited To Him, And Suits Him To Itself.