My Trade And Art Is To Live.

Who Does Not In Some Sort Live To Others, Does Not Live Much To Himself.

Even In The Midst Of Compassion We Feel Within I Know Not What Tart Sweet Titillation Of Malicious Pleasure In Seeing Others Suffer; Children Have The Same Feeling.

The Continuous Work Of Our Life Is To Build Death.

I Do Not Know Whether I Would Not Like Much Better To Have Produced One Perfectly Formed Child By Intercourse With The Muses Than By Intercourse With My Wife.

It Is Good To Rub And Polish Our Brain Against That Of Others.