“A graveyard is a great place surely, for grass to grow and flowers to bloom, and for ghosts to take the fresh air for themselves, but the last place to go for a rest.”
“And the only place for a poor man. Because there’s no rest in life, except for the very stupid people and the philosophers.”
“And what’s the difference between a stupid man and a philosopher?”
“The stupid man is naturally easy in his mind because of his wonderful gift from providence, and the philosopher pretends that you are a wise man, when you know that you are only one of the many poor fools sent astray in this world, without the least notion where your wandering footsteps may lead you to, or your preaching lead others.”
“And isn’t it philosophy that keeps the world together?”
“No, ’tis not philosophy, but pride, and pride that pulls it asunder, and pride that makes hell and heaven. Pride is the net that the Devil goes fishing with.”
“The world must be full of fools then, because I can’t understand myself or any one else, and I never met any one who could understand me.”
“If a man could understand himself, he’d die of wisdom, and if he could understand his friend, he’d become his enemy.”
“And what would happen if a man could understand his enemy?”
“Well, then, he’d be so wise that he’d never get married.”