The Struggle Alone Pleases Us, Not The

Chess Is The Gymnasium Of The Mind.

We Sail Within A Vast Sphere, Ever Drifting In Uncertainty, Driven From End To End.

When We Would Think Of God, How Many Things We Find Which Turn Us Away From Him, And Tempt Us To Think Otherwise. All This Is Evil, Yet It Is Innate.

All I Know Is That I Must Soon Die, But What I Know Least Is This Very Death Which I Cannot Escape.

Man's Sensitivity To The Little Things And Insensitivity To The Greatest Are The Signs Of A Strange Disorder.