The Need Of Man To

Suicide Kills Two People.

Peace. It Is A Providence, And No Great Change; We Are Only What We Always Were, But Naked Now.

Don't Take It On Yourself. Forget Now. Live.

Don't Be Seduced Into Thinking That That Which Does Not Make A Profit Is Without Value.

Pathos Truly Is The Mode For The Pessimist. But Tragedy Requires A Nicer Balance Between What Is Possible And What Is Impossible. And It Is Curious, Although Edifying, That The Plays We Revere, Century After Century, Are The Tragedies. In Them, And In Them Alone, Lies The Belief-optimistic, If You Will, In The Perfectibility Of Man.