As Long As There Is Poverty There

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.

Forget Mistakes. Forget Failure. Forget Everything Except What You're Going To Do Now And Do It. Today Is Your Lucky Day

To Seek, Beneath The Universal Strife, The Hidden Harmony Of Things.

In Philosophy, As In Politics, The Longest Distance Between Two Points Is A Straight Line.

An Emperor Knows How To Govern When Poets Are Free To Make Verses, People To Act Plays, Historians To Tell The Truth, Ministers To Give Advice, The Poor To Grumble At Taxes, Students To Learn Lessons Aloud, Workmen To Praise Their Skill And Seek Work, People To Speak Of Anything, And Old Men To Find Fault With Everything.