Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Of One's Own Free Choice, Death At The Proper Time, With A Clear Head And With Joyfulness, Consummated In The Midst Of Children And Witnesses: So That An Actual Leave-taking Is Possible While He Who Is Leaving Is Still There.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

We Love Life, Not Because We Are Used To Living But Because We Are Used To Loving.

It Is Good To Express A Thing Twice Right At The Outset And So To Give It A Right Foot And Also A Left One. Truth Can Surely Stand On One Leg, But With Two It Will Be Able To Walk And Get Around.

That Which Intoxicates, The Sensually Ecstatic, The Sudden Surprise, The Urge To Be Profoundly Stirred At Any Price -- Dreadful Tendencies!