When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools.
Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.
All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.
Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
It takes a genius to whine appealingly.