Words Express Neither Objects Nor Ourselves.

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

We Always Hope, And In All Things It Is Better To Hope Than To Despair.

I Reverence The Individual Who Understands Distinctly What He Wishes; Who Unweariedly Advances, Who Knows The Means Conducive To His Object, And Can Seize And Use Them.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

The Whole History Of The Christian Church Is A Mixture Of Errors And Violence.