Good Actions Are The Invisible Hinges On

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.

Great Buildings, Like Great Mountains, Are The Work Of Centuries.

Liberation Is Not Deliverance.

Humanity Is Our Common Lot. All Men Are Made Of The Same Clay. There Is No Difference, At Least Here On Earth, In The Fate Assigned To Us. We Come Of The Same Void, Inhabit The Same Flesh, Are Dissolved In The Same Ashes. But Ignorance Infecting The Human Substance Turns It Black, And That Incurable Blackness, Gaining Possession Of The Soul, Becomes Evil.

When We Are At The End Of Life, To Die Means To Go Away; When We Are At The Beginning, To Go Away Means To Die.