War Is The Health Of The State.

All We Can Ever Do In The Way Of Good To People Is To Encourage Them To Do Good To Themselves.

Few People Even Scratch The Surface, Much Less Exhaust The Contemplation Of Their Own Experience.

Society Is One Vast Conspiracy For Carving One Into The Kind Of Statue Likes, And Then Placing It In The Most Convenient Niche It Has.

No Matter What We Have Come Through, Or How Many Perils We Have Safely Passed, Or How Many Imperfect And Jagged - In Some Places Perhaps Irreparably - Our Life Has Been, We Cannot In Our Heart Of Hearts Imagine How It Could Have Been Different. As We Look Back On It, It Slips In Behind Us In Orderly Array, And, With All Its Mistakes, Acquires A Sort Of Eternal Fitness, And Even, At Times, Of Poetic Glamour.

Self-recognition Is Necessary To Know One's Road, But, Knowing The Road, The Price Of The Mistakes And Perils Is Worth Paying. The Following Of That Road Will Be All The Discipline One Needs. Discipline Does Not Mean Being Molded By Outside Forces, But Sticking To One's Road Against The Forces That Would Deflect Or Bury The Soul. People Speak Of Finding One