Nam neque divitibus contingunt gaudia solis, nec vixit male, qui natus moriensque fefellit.

Pauper enim non est, cui rerum suppetit usus. si ventri bene, si lateri est pedibusque tuis, nil divitiae poterunt regales addere maius.

Sedit qui timuit ne non succederet.

Caelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt.

I sat reading in these chairs and felt somehow, in an abstract rather than a religious way, that suffering shapes you. Not only my own religious thought, but t…

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

Why , alas! is life decreed Full of pain and full of sorrow? All uncertain as it is, Can we rest upon to-morrow? Why should blessings yet in store, Hold us sti…