A Useless Life Is An

What We Agree With Leaves Us Inactive, But Contradiction Makes Us Productive.

Whoso Is Content With Pure Experience And Acts Upon It Has Enough Of Truth.

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.

What One Has Wished For In Youth, In Old Age One Has In Abundance.

Progress Has Not Followed A Straight Ascending Line, But A Spiral With Rhythms Of Progress And Retrogression, Of Evolution And Dissolution.