The Great Soul Of This World Is

To Me The Universe Was All Void Of Life, Of Purpose, Of Volition, Even Of Hostility; It Was One Huge, Dead, Immeasurable Steam-engine, Rolling On, In Its Dead Indifference, To Grind Me Limb From Limb. Oh Vast Gloomy, Solitary Golgotha, And Mill Of Death! Why Was The Living Banished Thither Companionless, Conscious? Why, If There Is No Devil; Nay, Unless The Devil Is Your God?

The Ideal Is In Thyself, The Impediments Too Is In Thyself.

Pin Your Faith To No Ones Sleeves, Haven't You Two Eyes Of Your Own.

Providence Has Given To The French The Empire Of The Land, To The English That Of The Sea, To The Germans That Of--the Air!

The Greatest Event For The World Is The Arrival Of A New And Wise Person.