Every Tribulation Which Ever Comes Our Way

The Way To Heaven Out Of All Places Is Of Length And Distance.

A Drowning Man Will Clutch At A Straw.

And One Wild Shakespeare, Following Nature's Lights, Is Worth Whole Planets, Filled With Stagyrites.

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Saintly. But Since We See That Avarice, Anger, Pride And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Charity, Modesty, Justice And Thought, Perhaps We Must Stand Fast A Little, Even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.

Our Emotional Symptoms Are Precious Sources Of Life And Individuality.