As Long As There Is Poverty There

The South Creates The Civilizations, The North Conquers Them, Ruins Them, Borrows From Them, Spreads Them: This Is One Summary Of History.

Rome Remained Great As Long As She Had Enemies Who Forced Her To Unity, Vision, And Heroism. When She Had Overcome Them All She Flourished For A Moment And Then Began To Die.

Nothing Is New Except Arrangement.

The Soul Of A Civilization Is Its Religion, And It Dies With Its Faith.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.