Time Is Indeed The Theater And Seat

Everything In Our World, Even A Drop Of Dew, Is A Microcosm Of The Universe.

In Politics And In Trade, Bruisers And Pirates Are Of Better Promise Than Talkers And Clerks.

How Shall A Man Escape From His Ancestors, Or Draw Off From His Veins The Black Drop Which He Drew From His Father's Or Mother's Life?

Add Energy, Inspire Hope, And Blow The Coals Into A Useful Flame.

You Must Pay For Conformity. All Goes Well As Long As You Run With Conformists. But You, Who Are Honest Men In Other Particulars, Know That There Is Alive Somewhere A Man Whose Honesty Reaches To This Point Also, That He Shall Not Kneel To False Gods, And, On The Day When You Meet Him, You Sink Into The Class Of Counterfeits.