For They Have Nothing To Fight Me

Within The Extent Of Your Knowledge, You Are Right.

All Life Is A Purposeful Struggle, And Your Only Choice Is The Choice Of A Goal.

Every Man Builds His World In His Own Image; He Has The Power To Choose, But No Power To Escape The Necessity Of Choice. If He Abdicates His Power, He Abdicates The Status Of Man, And The Grinding Chaos Of The Irrational Is What He Achieves As His Sphere Of Existence—by His Own Choice.

Because The Beauty Of The Human Body Is That It Hasn't A Single Muscle Which Doesn't Serve Its Purpose; That There's Not A Line Wasted; That Every Detail Of It Fits One Idea, The Idea Of A Man And The Life Of A Man.

You Know, I Think That Only If One Feels Immensely Important Can One Feel Truly Light.