We Enter The World Alone, We Leave

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

Fling Away Your Soul Once For All, Your Own Small Self; If You Will Find It Again. Count Not Even On Immortality.

But The World Was Also So Constructed, Owing To The Nature Of The Maker Of It, That Superior Strength Was Found In The Long Run To Lie With Those Who Had The Right On Their Side.

In Every Department Of Life--in Its Business And In Its Pleasures, In Its Beliefs And In Its Theories, In Its Material Developments And In Its Spiritual Connections--we Thank God That We Are Not Like Our Fathers.

The Superstition Of Science Scoffs At The Superstition Of Faith.