A Wise Man Distrusts His Neighbor. A

It Is A Waste Of Money To Help Those Who Show No Desire To Help Themselves.

Despair Is Sometimes The Great Energizer Of The Mind, Though Sometimes Its Flowering May Be Sterile.

I Never Deviated From My Grim Determination To Someday Have All The Money I Needed And Wanted.

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.