I Knew That If I Was Captured

We Should Tell Ourselves Once And For All That It Is The First Duty Of The Soul To Become As Happy, Complete, Independent, And Great As Lies In Its Power. To This End We May Sacrifice Even The Passion For Sacrifice, For Sacrifice Never Should Be The Means Of Ennoblement, But Only The Sign Of Being Ennobled.

The Truth That Seems Discouraging Does In Reality Only Transform The Courage Of Those Strong Enough To Accept It; And, In Any Event, A Truth That Disheartens, Because It Is True, Is Still Of Far More Value Than The Most Stimulating Of Falsehoods.

We Are Never The Same With Others As When We Are Alone. We Are Different, Even When We Are In The Dark With Them.

As Soon As We Put Something Into Words, We Devalue It In A Strange Way. We Think We Have Plunged Into The Depths Of The Abyss, And When We Return To The Surface The Drop Of Water On Our Pale Fingertips No Longer Resembles The Sea From Which It Comes. We Delude Ourselves That We Have Discovered A Wonderful Treasure Trove, And When We Return To The Light Of Day We Find That We Have Brought Back Only False Stones And Shards Of Glass; And Yet The Treasure Goes On Glimmering In The Dark, Unaltered.

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness. No Reward Coming After The Event Can Compare With The Sweet Reward That Went With It.