And If You Are Not A Bird,

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Associated With The Memory Of Something Tremendous — A Crisis Without Equal On Earth, The Most Profound Collision Of Conscience, A Decision That Was Conjured Up Against Everything That Had Been Believed, Demanded, Hallowed So Far. I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

The Discipline Of Suffering, Of Great Suffering- Do You Not Know That Only This Discipline Has Created All Enhancements Of Man So Far? That Tension Of The Soul In Unhappiness Which Cultivates Its Strength, Its Shudders Face To Face With Great Ruin, Its Inventiveness And Courage In Enduring, Preserving, Interpreting, And Exploiting Suffering, And Whatever Has Been Granted To It Of Profundity, Secret, Mask, Spirit, Cunning, Greatness- Was It Not Granted To It Through Suffering, Through The Discipline Of Great Suffering?

In Every Form Of Womanly Love Something Of Motherly Love Also Comes To Light.

Nobody Is So Constituted As To Be Able To Live Everywhere And Anywhere; And He Who Has Great Duties To Perform, Which Lay Claim Toall His Strength, Has, In This Respect, A Very Limited Choice. The Influence Of Climate Upon The Bodily Functionsextends So Far, That A Blunder In The Choice Of Locality And Climate Is Able Not Only To Alienate A Man From His Actual Duty, But Also To Withhold It From Him Altogether, So That He Never Even Comes Face To Face With It.

Christianity Is Called The Religion Of Pity.