The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Freely Chosen, Death At The Right Time, Brightly And Cheerfully Accomplished Amid Children And Witnesses: Then A Real Farewell Is Still Possible, As The One Who Is Taking Leave Is Still There; Also A Real Estimate Of What One Has Wished, Drawing The Sum Of One's Life--all In Opposition To The Wretched And Revolting Comedy That Christianity Has Made Of The Hour Of Death.

One Can Also Be Undignified And Flattering Toward A Virtue.

Robinson Had A Servant Even Better Than Friday: His Name Was Crusoe.

Our Body Is Simply A Social Structure Made Of Many Souls.