The Finest Emotion Of Which We Are

We Experience Ourselves Our Thoughts And Feelings As Something Separate From The Rest. A Kind Of Optical Delusion Of Consciousness. This Delusion Is A Kind Of Prison For Us, Restricting Us To Our Personal Desires And To Affection For A Few Persons Nearest To Us.

We Dance For Laughter, We Dance For Tears, We Dance For Madness, We Dance For Fears, We Dance For Hopes, We Dance For Screams, We Are The Dancers, We Create The Dreams.

The More I Study Science, The More I Believe In God.

I Am An Absolute Pacifist...it Is An Instinctive Feeling. It Is A Feeling That Possesses Me, Because The Murder Of Men Is Disgusting.

Dear Posterity, If You Have Not Become More Just, More Peaceful, And In General More Sensible... Then May The Devil Take You!