You Have To Make It Happen.

You Live As If You Were Destined To Live Forever, No Thought Of Your Frailty Ever Enters Your Head, Of How Much Time Has Already Gone By You Take No Heed. You Squander Time As If You Drew From A Full And Abundant Supply, So All The While That Day Which You Bestow On Some Person Or Thing Is Perhaps Your Last. You Have All The Fears Of Mortals And All The Desires Of Immortals… What Foolish Forgetfulness Of Mortality To Defer Wise Resolutions To The Fiftieth Or Sixtieth Year, And To Intend To Begin Life At A Point To Which Few Have Attained.

Gentleness And Peacefulness Regulate Our Proceedings; Theirs Are Dictated By Fury. We Employ Reason, They Accumulate Faggots. They Preach Nothing But Love, And Breathe Nothing But Blood. Their Words Are Humane, But Their Hearts Are Cruel.

One Composition Is Meagre, Though It Has Many Figures; Another Is Rich, Though It Has Few.

The Following General Definition Of An Animal: A System Of Different Organic Molecules That Have Combined With One Another, Under The Impulsion Of A Sensation Similar To An Obtuse And Muffled Sense Of Touch Given To Them By The Creator Of Matter As A Whole, Until Each One Of Them Has Found The Most Suitable Position For Its Shape And Comfort.

Time, Matter, Space - All, It May Be, Are No More Than A Point.