The Heresy Of One Age Becomes The

Security Is Mostly A Superstition. It Does Not Exist In Nature.

Tolerance Is The First Principle Of Community; It Is The Spirit Which Conserves The Best That All Men Think.

If I Regarded My Life From The Point Of View Of The Pessimist, I Should Be Undone. I Should Seek In Vain For The Light That Does Not Visit My Eyes And The Music That Does Not Ring In My Ears. I Should Beg Night And Day And Never Be Satisfied. I Should Sit Apart In Awful Solitude, A Prey To Fear And Despair. But Since I Consider It A Duty To Myself And To Others To Be Happy, I Escape A Misery Worse Than Any Physical Deprivation.

Never Bend Your Head. Always Hold It High. Look The World Straight In The Eye.

Touch Each Object As If Tomorrow You Would Never Be Able To Feel Anything Again.