To The Man Of Thought Almost Nothing

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

It Is One Of Heaven's Best Gifts To Hold Such A Dear Creature In One's Arms.

For Usually People Resist As Long As They Can To Dismiss The Fool They Harbor In Their Bosom, They Resist To Confess A Major Mistake Or To Admit A Truth That Makes Them Despair.

The Older We Get The More We Must Limit Ourselves If We Wish To Be Active.

When The Healthy Nature Of Man Acts As A Whole, When He Feels Himself To Be In The World As In A Great, Beautiful, Noble, And Valued Whole, When Harmonious Ease Affords Him A Pure And Free Delight, Then The Universe, If It Could Experience Itself, Would Exult, As Having Attained Its Goal, And Admire The Climax Of Its Own Becoming And Essence.