A useless life is an early death.

They teach in academies far too many things, and far too much that is useless.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

What is my life if I am no longer useful to others.

Rest not. Life is sweeping by; go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.