No Victor Believes In Chance.

Alas! There Cometh The Time When Man Will No Longer Give Birth To Any Star. Alas! There Cometh The Time Of The Most Despicable Man, Who Can No Longer Despise Himself.

We Feign Pity When We Want To Demonstrate Our Ascendancy Over Feelings Of Hostility: But Usually In Vain. Whenever We Notice This,there Is An Accompanying Surge In Those Hostile Sensations.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

Without The Errors Involved In The Assumptions Of Ethics, Man Would Have Remained An Animal. Thus Has He Taken Himself As Something Higher And Imposed Rigid Laws Upon Himself.