Deny Yourself! You Must Deny Yourself! That

Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Final Cause Of Creation.

I Am What I Am, So Take Me As I Am!.

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.