He Is One Of Those

To Preserve The Silence Within--amid All The Noise. To Remain Open And Quiet, A Moist Humus In The Fertile Darkness Where The Rain Falls And The Grain Ripens--no Matter How Many Tramp Across The Parade Ground In Whirling Dust Under An Arid Sky.

It Was When Lucifer First Congratulated Himself Upon His Angelic Behavior That He Became The Tool Of Evil.

Those Who Invoke History Will Certainly Be Heard By History. And They Will Have To Accept Its Verdict.

What Makes Loneliness An Anguish Is Not That I Have No One To Share My Burden, But This: I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.

To Reach Perfection, We Must All Pass, One By One, Through The Death Of Self-effacement.