The Final Reward Of The Dead -

You Must Await Your Thirst And Allow It To Become Complete: Otherwise You Will Never Discover Your Spring, Which Can Never Be Anyone Else's!

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.

If One Considers How Much Reason Every Person Has For Anxiety And Timid Self-concealment, And How Three-quarters Of His Energy And Goodwill Can Be Paralyzed And Made Unfruitful By It, One Has To Be Very Grateful To Fashion

He Who Knoweth The Reader, Doeth Nothing More For The Reader. Another Century Of Readers - And Spirit Itself Will Stink.

What? A Great Man? I Only Ever See The Ape Of His Own Ideal.