What Do You Believe In?--in This, That

When A Hundred Men Stand Together, Each Of Them Loses His Mind And Gets Another One.

We Ought To Fear A Man Who Hates Himself, For We Are At Risk Of Becoming Victims Of His Anger And Revenge. Let Us Then Try To Lure Him Into Self-love.

I Listened For The Echo, And I Heard Only Praise —

He Who Is Not A Bird Should Not Build His Nest Over Abysses.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.