All Of Us Are Pilgrims On This

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

The Higher Goal A Person Pursues, The Quicker His Ability Develops, And The More Beneficial He Will Become To The Society. I Believe For Sure That This Is Also A Truth.

Keep Reading Books, But Remember That A Book’s Only A Book, And You Should Learn To Think For Yourself.

There's A Little Book I'm Thinking Of Writing - "swan Song" Is What I Shall Call It. The Song Of The Dying. And My Book Will Be Incense Burnt At The Deathbed Of This Society, Damned With The Damnation Of Its Own Impotence.

In The Maxim Of The Past You Cannot Go Anywhere.