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You Are Certainly Wrong To Compare Suicide ... With Great Accomplishments, Since It Cannot Be Considered As Anything But A Weakness. After All, It Is Easier To Die Than To Endure A Harrowing Life With Fortitude.

Woe To Falsehood! It Affords No Relief To The Breast, Like Truth; It Gives Us No Comfort, Pains Him Who Forges It, And Like An Arrow Directed By A God Flies Back And Wounds The Archer.

Where Confidence Is Wanting, The Most Beautiful Flower In The Garland Of Love Is Missing.

Perfection Is The Measure Of Heaven, And The Wish To Be Perfect The Measure Of Man.

If In The Infinite You Want To Stride, Just Walk In The Finite To Every Side.