The World Is A Penal Institution.

Saints Rarely Have Friends; They Are Usually Hated And Derided, For They Love And Love Is Always Rejected By Hard-hearted Men....saints Do Not Advertise Themselves; Good Men Do Not Seek Out A Name In The World....the Saints Did What They Did Almost In Stealth, Asking Nothing Except That Men Love God.

I Will Ge Glad To Have Done With This Life Forever.

Corrupt Citizens Breed Corrupt Rulers, And It Is The Mob Who Finally Decides When Virtue Shall Die.

I Shudder At The Very Thought Of Being Born Again Into This World. Life To Me . . . Has Been A Monstrous, Painful, Agonizing Affair, And The Idea Of Repeating Such An Existence - Even If Better In A Way - Is Horrifying To Me. . . . I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It.

I Wanted To Acquire An Education, Work Extremely Hard And Never Deviate From My Goal, To Make It.