It Is The Weak Man

The Goal Of Evolution Is Self - Conquest

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

Every Tyrant Who Ever Lived Has Believed In Freedom — For Himself.

Every Spirit Makes Its House, But As Afterwards The House Confines The Spirit, You Had Better Build Well.

One Great, Strong, Unselfish Soul In Every Community Would Actually Redeem The World.