Albert Wesker

Human Life [Samuel Taylor] If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom; Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare; As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom; Whose sound and motion not alone declare; But are their whole of being ! If the breath; Be Life itself, and not its task and tent, If even a soul like Milton's can know death; O Man ! thou vessel purposeless, unmeant; Yet drone-hive strange of phantom purposes! Surplus of Nature's dread activity; Which, as she gazed on some nigh-finished vase; Retreating slow, with meditative pause; She formed with restless hands unconsciously; Blank accident ! nothing's anomaly! If rootless thus, thus substanceless thy state; Go, weigh thy dreams, and be thy hopes, thy fears, The counter-weights !--Thy laughter and thy tears; Mean but themselves, each fittest to create; And to repay the other ! Why rejoices; Thy heart with hollow joy for hollow good? Why cowl thy face beneath the mourner's hood? Why waste thy sighs, and thy lamenting voices; Image of Image, Ghost of Ghostly Elf; That such a thing as thou feel'st warm or cold? Yet what and whence thy gain, if thou withhold; These costless shadows of thy shadowy self? Be sad ! be glad ! be neither ! seek, or shun! Thou hast no reason why ! Thou canst have none; Thy being's being is contradiction.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. [Albert Einstein]