Death Means Nothing To Men Like Me.

Truth Is Mysterious, Elusive, Always To Be Conquered. Liberty Is Dangerous, As Hard To Live With As It Is Elating. We Must March Toward These Two Goals, Painfully But Resolutely, Certain In Advance Of Our Failings On So Long A Road.

[liberty] Is A Choreand A Long-distance Race, Quite Solitary, Quite Exhausting.

The Myth Of Unlimited Production Brings War In Its Train As Inevitably As Clouds Announce A Storm.

The First Progressive Step For A Mind Overwhelmed By The Strangeness Of Things Is To Realize That This Feeling Of Strangeness Is Shared With All Men And That Human Reality, In Its Entirety, Suffers From The Distance Which Separates It From The Rest Of The Universe.

Every Authentic Work Of Art Is A Gift Offered To The Future.