Each Man Enters Into God So Much

If Nationality Is Consent, The State Is Compulsion.

You Desire To Know The Art Of Living, My Friend? It Is Contained In One Phrase: Make Use Of Suffering.

The Tragic Solemnity Of Existence Strikes Us With Terrible Force On That Morning When We Wake To Find The Mournful Words "too Late" Ringing In Our Ears.

True Humility Is Contentment.

What We Call Little Things Are Merely The Causes Of Great Things.