We Are Christians By The

For A Desperate Disease A Desperate Cure.

To Compose Our Character Is Our Duty, Not To Compose Books, And To Win, Not Battles And Provinces, But Order And Tranquility In Our Conduct. Our Great And Glorious Masterpiece Is To Live Appropriately. All Other Things, Ruling, Hoarding, Building, Are Only Little Appendages And Props, At Most.

The World Is All A Carcass And Vanity, The Shadow Of A Shadow, A Play And In One Word, Just Nothing.

Age Imprints More Wrinkles In The Mind Than It Does On The Face.

We Are Christians By The Same Title As We Are Natives Of Perigord Or Germany.