Doffing The Ego's Safe Glory, He Finds

Never Let Success Hide Its Emptiness From You, Achievement Its Nothingness, Toil Its Desolation. And So...keep Alive The Incentive To Push On Further, That Pain In The Soul Which Drives Us Beyond Ourselves...do Not Look Back. And Do Not Dream About The Future, Either. It Will Neither Give You Back The Past, Nor Satisfy Your Other Daydreams. Your Duty, Your Reward - Your Destiny - Are Here And Now.

In A Political Context Of The Utmost Significance, ["freedom From Fear"] Recognizes A Human Right Which, In A Broad Sense, May Be Said To Sum Up The Whole Philosophy Of Human Rights.

Praise Those Of Your Critics For Whom Nothing Is Up To Standard.

You Take The Pen, And The Lines Dance. You Take The Flute And The Notes Shimmer. You Take The Brush, And The Colors Sing. So All Things Have Meaning And Beauty In That Space Beyond Time Where You Are. How, Then, Can I Hold Back Anything From You?

Fatigue Dulls The Pain, But Awakes Enticing Thoughts Of Death. So! That Is The Way In Which You Are Tempted To Overcome Your Loneliness -- By Making The Ultimate Escape From Life. -- No! It May Be That Death Is To Be Your Ultimate Gift To Life: It Must Not Be An Act Of Treachery Against It.