Every Reader, If He Has A Strong

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

To Make An Epoch In The World, Two Conditions Are Manifestly Essential-a Good Head And A Great Inheritance.

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.

I Have Come To The Frightening Conclusion That I Am The Decisive Element. It Is My Personal Approach That Creates The Climate. It Is My Daily Mood That Makes The Weather....in All Situations, It Is My Response That Decides Whether A Crisis Is Escalated Or De-escalated, And A Person Is Humanized Or Is Dehumanized.

The Confidant Of My Vices Is My Master, Though He Were My Valet.