There Is Enough Light For Those Who

If A Soldier Or Labourer Complain Of The Hardship Of His Lot, Set Him To Do Nothing.

Imagination Decides Everything.

Man Is Only A Reed, The Weakest In Nature, But He Is A Thinking Reed. There Is No Need For The Whole Universe To Take Up Arms To Crush Him: A Vapour, A Drop Of Water Is Enough To Kill Him. But Even If The Universe Were To Crush Him, Man Would Still Be Nobler Than His Slayer, Because He Knows That He Is Dying And The Advantage The Universe Has Over Him. The Universe Knows None Of This.

To Deny, To Believe, And To Doubt Well, Are To A Man What The Race Is To A Horse.

Men Often Take Their Imagination For Their Heart; And They Believe They Are Converted As Soon As They Think Of Being Converted.