The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

Where Does One Not Find That Bland Degeneration Which Beer Produces In The Spirit!

We Should Be A Mirror Of Being: We Are God In Miniature.

You Lovers Of Knowledge! So What Have You Done Out Of Your Love Of Knowledge Up To Now? Have You Already Stolen And Murdered So As To Know How A Thief And A Murderer Feels?

Your Enemy Shall Ye Seek; Your War Shall Ye Wage, And For The Sake Of Your Thoughts! And If Your Thoughts Succumb, Your Uprightness Shall Still Shout Triumph Thereby!

To Our Strongest Impulse, To The Tyrant In Us, Not Only Our Reason But Also Our Conscience Yields.