We Are Reassured Almost As

Fame Must Have Enemies, As Light Must Have Gnats.

So Your Desire Is To Do Nothing? Well, You Shall Not Have A Week, A Day, An Hour, Free From Oppression. You Shall Not Be Able To Lift Anything Without Agony. Every Passing Minute Will Make Your Muscles Crack. What Is Feather To Others Will Be A Rock To You. The Simplest Things Will Become Difficult. Life Will Become Monstrous About You. To Come, To Go, To Breathe, Will Be So Many Terrible Tasks For You. Your Lungs Will Feel Like A Hundred-pound Weight.

Do Not Let It Be Your Aim To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop

To Love Beauty Is To See Light.