Nothing In The World Is So Rare

What Do You Do There, Moon, In The Sky? Tell Me What You Do, Silent Moon. When Evening Comes You Rise And Go Contemplating Wastelands; Then You Set.

The End Of Pain We Take As Happiness.

Death Is Not Evil, For It Frees Man From All Ills And Takes Away His Desires Along With Desire's Rewards.

It's Not Our Disadvantages Or Shortcomings That Are Ridiculous, But Rather The Studious Way We Try To Hide Them, And Our Desire To Act As If They Did Not Exist.

The Most Solid Pleasure In This Life Is The Empty Pleasure Of Illusion.