Those That Hope Little Cannot Grow Much.

By All Means Rid Yourself Of An Impoverished Faith.

I Am An Optimistic Fatalist. This World And All Its Beginnings Will Pass On Into Something Better.

To Be Trusted Is A Greater Compliment Than Being Loved.

It Matters Little Where A Man May Be At This Moment; The Point Is Whether He Is Growing.

For This, Deep Waters Whelm The Fruitful Lea, Wars Ravage, Famine Wastes, Plague Withers, Nor Shall Cease Till Men Have Chosen The Better Part.