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The very thing one needs one does not know, And what one knows is needless information.
If ever I lie down in sloth and base inaction, Then let that moment be my end! If by your false cajolery You lull me into self-sufficiency, If any pleasure you can give Deludes me, let me cease to live! I offer you this wager!
Happy is the man Of pure and constant heart, who can Regret no choice, no loss! But parchments signed and sealed Are ghosts that haunt and daunt us; the word dies Upon the very pen we wield, And wax and leather tyrannize Our lives.
From birth to death a man may do his best, But this old leavened lump he’ll not digest! We do assure you, such totality 1780 Is only for a god;
But there’s a problem, I’m afraid; For time is short, and art is long.
When scholars study a thing, they strive To kill it first, if it’s alive; Then they have the parts and they’ve lost the whole, For the link that’s missing was the living soul.
The common people never know The Devil, even when they’ve caught him.
constraints of duty and vocation! Sometimes a place is very hard to leave— But it’s just not one’s destination.
for mankind 3240 No boon is perfect.
foundation-course in logic: ‘… I found it strange to be told that those mental operations which I had performed with the greatest of ease since childhood must be pulled apart, isolated and virtually destroyed if I was to understand how to carry them out correctly.’
among various strangely shaped rocks in the Brocken area (with names such as Devil’s Pulpit, Witch’s Altar, etc.) two are known as the ‘Snorers’ owing to a peculiar local sound-effect in high wind.
