Hope Enough To Remove All Anxious Fears

The Thought Of Death Leaves Me In Perfect Peace, For I Have A Firm Conviction That Our Spirit Is A Being Of Indestructible Nature; It Works On From Eternity To Eternity, It Is Like The Sun, Which Though It Seems To Set To Our Mortal Eyes, Does Not Really Set, But Shines On Perpetually.

Deny Yourself! You Must Deny Yourself! That Is The Song That Never Ends.

Truth Is A Torch But A Tremendous One. That Is Why We Hurry Past It, Shielding Our Eyes, Indeed, In Fear Of Getting Burned.

He Who Serves The Public Is A Poor Animal; He Worries Himself To Death And No One Thanks Him For It.

I Let Everyone Follow His Own Bent, That I May Be Free To Follow Mine.