Doubtless There Are Other Roads.

Over The River A Golden Ray Of Sun Came Through The Hosts Of Leaden Rain Clouds.

Every Sin Is The Result Of Collaboration.

These Stupid Peasants, Who, Throughout The World, Hold Potentates On Their Thrones, Make Statesmen Illustrious, Provide Generals With Lasting Victories, All With Ignorance, Indifference, Or Half-witted Hatred, Moving The World With The Strength Of Their Arms, And Getting Their Heads Knocked Together In The Name Of God, The King, Or The Stock Exchange-immortal, Dreaming, Hopeless Asses, Who Surrender Their Reason To The Care Of A Shining Puppet, And Persuade Some Toy To Carry Their Lives In His Purse.

A Man Said To The Universe: 'sir, I Exist!' 'however,' Replied The Universe. 'the Fact Has Not Created In Me A Sense Of Obligation.

Truth ... Is A Breath, A Wind, A Shadow, A Phantom; Long Have I Pursued It, But Never Have I Touched The Hem Of Its Garment.