There Is A Law That Man Should

It Is From Among Such Individuals That All Human Failures Spring.

Death Is Really A Great Blessing For Humanity, Without It There Could Be No Real Progress. People Who Lived For Ever Would Not Only Hamper And Discourage The Young, But They Would Themselves Lack Sufficient Stimulus To Be Creative.

What Person, Confined In A Small Room With Nothing But A Tea-cosy, Will Not Eventually Put The Tea-cosy On Their Head?

In This Case, The Neurotic Resembles A Human Being Who Looks Up To God, Commends Himself To His Ways, And Then Religiously Awaits How The Lord Will Guide Him; He Is Nailed To The Cross Of His Fiction.

There Is No Such Thing As Talent. There Is Pressure.