He That Humbleth Himself Wishes To Be

Heroism--that Is The Disposition Of A Man Who Aspires To A Goal Compared To Which He Himself Is Wholly Insignificant. Heroism Is The Good Will To Self-destruction.

No Artist Tolerates Reality.

It Is Within Your Power To See That All You Have Experienced, Trials, Errors, Faults, Deceptions, Passions, Your Love And Your Hope, Shall Be Merged Wholly In Your Aim.

Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing. To Win Over Certain People To Something, It Is Only Necessary To Give It A Gloss Of Love Of Humanity, Nobility, Gentleness, Self-sacrifice - And There Is Nothing You Cannot Get Them To Swallow. To Their Souls, These Are The Icing, The Tidbit; Other Kinds Of Souls Have Others.

Natural Death Is Independent Of All Reason And Is Really An Irrational Death, In Which The Pitiable Substance Of The Shell Determines How Long The Kernel Is To Exist Or Not; In Which, Accordingly, The Stunted, Diseased And Dull Witted Jailer Is Lord, And Indicates The Moment At Which His Distinguished Prisoner Shall Die.