Every Movement Reveals Us.

It Is In Vain That We Get Upon Stilts, For Once On Them, It Is Still With Our Legs That We Must Walk. And On The Highest Throne In The World We Are Still Sitting On Our Own Ass.

For A Desperate Disease A Desperate Cure.

The Day Of Your Birth Leads You To Death As Well As To Life.

We Should Rather Examine, Who Is Better Learned, Than Who Is More Learned.

I Agree That We Should Work And Prolong The Functions Of Life As Far As We Can, And Hope That Death May Find Me Planting My Cabbages, But Indifferent To Him And Still More To The Unfinished State Of My Garden.