He said that the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.

The only thing that can stop me is me.

In the future, people will no longer be alienated by their labor, but by their leisure.