We Are All Under Sentence Of Death,

Man Does Not Understand Nor Accept Immortality Except On Condition Of Self-remembrance.

The Quantity Of Civilization Is Measured By The Quality Of Imagination.

Are You Afraid Of The Good You Might Do?

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

Each Of Our Passions, Even Love, Has A Stomach That Must Not Be Overloaded. We Must In Everything Write The Word 'finis' In Time; We Must Restrain Ourselves, When It Becomes Urgent; We Must Draw The Bolt On The Appetite, Play A Fantasia On The Violin, Then Break The Strings With Our Own Hand. The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop.