I Am A Man, Jupiter, And Each

Criticism Often Takes From The Tree Caterpillars And Blossoms Together.

A Lost Battle Is A Battle One Thinks One Has Lost.

Nicias, Do You Think You Can Erase With Good Deeds The Wrongs You Committed Against Your Mother? What Good Deed Will Ever Reach Her? Her Soul Is A Scorching Noon Time, Without A Single Breath Of A Breeze, Nothing Moves, Nothing Changes, Nothing Lives There; A Great Emaciated Sun, An Immobile Sun Eternally Consumes Her.

Why Do You Keep Maintaining Your Ideas Are Right If You Can't Prove Them?

Man Is Nothing Else But What He Purposes, He Exists Only In So Far As He Realizes Himself, He Is Therefore Nothing Else But The Sum Of His Actions, Nothing Else But What His Life Is.