Communism Is The Opiate Of The People.

Inquiry Is Fatal To Certainty.

Caesar's Armies Marched On Vegetarian Foods.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.

Time Sanctifies Everything; Even The Most Arrant Theft In The Hands Of The Robber's Grandchildren Becomes Sacred And Inviolable Property.

I Came To Think Of Myself, Not As A Dance And Chaos Of Molecules, But As A Brief And Minute Portion Of That Majestic Process