Nature Herself Has Never Attempted To Effect

Medicine For The Dead Is Too Late

Give Bread To A Stranger, In The Name Of The Universal Brotherhood Which Binds Together All Men Under The Common Father Of Nature.

In A Crowd, On A Journey, At A Banquet Even, A Line Of Thought Can Itself Provide Its Own Seclusion.

Suffering Itself Does Less Afflict The Senses Than The Apprehension Of Suffering.

That Which Prematurely Arrives At Perfection Soon Perishes.