The Spirit Knows That Its

It's No Disgrace To Be A Private, You Know. Socrates Was A Plain Foot Soldier, A Hoplite.

What Homo Sapien Imagines, He May Slowly Convert Himself To.

But A Man's Character Is His Fate... And In The End There Isn't Any Way To Disguise The Nature Of The Knocks By Acoustical Work On The Door Or Gloving The Knuckles.

...there Is No Old Age Of The Soul.

You Have To Fight For Your Life. That's The Chief Condition On Which You Hold It.