It Echoed Loudly Within Him Because He

Every Age Is Fed On Illusions, Lest Men Should Renounce Life Early And The Human Race Come To An End.

How Does One Kill Fear, I Wonder? How Do You Shoot A Specter Through The Heart, Slash Off Its Spectral Head, Take It By Its Spectral Throat?

Never Test Another Man By Your Own Weakness.

I Take It That What All Men Are Really After Is Some Form Or Perhaps Only Some Formula Of Peace.

I Sit Down Religiously Every Morning, I Sit Down For Eight Hours Every Day - And The Sitting Down Is All.