I Count Only The Hours That Are

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than The Animals That Know Nothing. A Day Will Come When Science Will Turn Upon Its Error And No Longer Hesitate To Shorten Our Woes. A Day Will Come When It Will Dare And Act With Certainty; When Life, Grown Wiser, Will Depart Silently At Its Hour, Knowing That It Has Reached Its Term.

It Is The Evil That Lies In Ourselves That Is Ever Least Tolerant Of The Evil That Dwells Within Others.

We Are Never The Same With Others As When We Are Alone. We Are Different, Even When We Are In The Dark With Them.

Our Reason May Prove What It Will: Our Reason Is Only A Feeble Ray That Has Issued From Nature.

Can We Conceive What Humanity Would Be If It Did Not Know The Flowers?