It Was The Sick And Decaying Who

Ultimately One Loves One's Desires And Not That Which Is Desired.

I Will Believe In The Redeemer When The Christians Look A Little More Redeemed.

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

In Order To Acquire Intellect One Must Need It. One Loses It When It Is No Longer Necessary.

I Will Make An Attempt To Attain Freedom, The Youthful Soul Says To Itself; And Is It To Be Hindered In This By The Fact That Two Nations Happen To Hate And Fight One Another, Or That Two Continents Are Separated By An Ocean, Or That All Around It A Religion Is Taught With Did Not Yet Exist A Couple Of Thousand Years Ago. All That Is Not You, It Says To Itself.