We Are Living In The Excesses Of

Nothing Is New Except Arrangement.

Nature Has Never Read The Declaration Of Independence. It Continues To Make Us Unequal.

The World Wisely Prefers Happiness To Wisdom.

If A Man Is Fortunate He Will, Before He Dies, Gather Up As Much As He Can Of His Civilized Heritage And Transmit It To His Children.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.