Love Of One Is A Piece Of

However Unchristian It May Seem, I Do Not Even Bear Any Ill Feeling Towards Myself.

Every Virtue Has Its Privilege: For Example, That Of Contributing Its Own Little Bundle Of Wood To The Funeral Pyre Of One Condemned.

Heroism--that Is The Disposition Of A Man Who Aspires To A Goal Compared To Which He Himself Is Wholly Insignificant. Heroism Is The Good Will To Self-destruction.

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

We Are Responsible To Ourselves For Our Own Existence; Consequently We Want To Be The True Helmsman Of This Existence And Refuse To Allow Our Existence To Resemble A Mindless Act Of Chance.