You Have Your Face Bare; I Am

There Is No Virtue Which Does Not Rejoice A Well-descended Nature; There Is A Kind Of I Know Not What Congratulation In Well-doing, That Gives Us An Inward Satisfaction, And A Certain Generous Boldness That Accompanies A Good Conscience.

Every One Rushes Elsewhere And Into The Future, Because No One Wants To Face One's Own Inner Self.

The Continuous Work Of Our Life Is To Build Death.

I Never Met A Man Who Thought His Thinking Was Faulty.

If I Can, I Shall Keep My Death From Saying Anything That My Life Has Not Already Said.