Pain, Indolence, Sterility, Endless Ennui Have Also

All Necessary Truth Is Its Own Evidence.

But I Cannot Recite, Even Thus Rudely, Laws Of The Intellect, Without Remembering That Lofty And Sequestered Class Of Men Who Have Been Its Prophets And Oracles, The High-priesthood Of The Pure Reason, The Trismegisti, The Expounders Of The Principles Of Thought From Age To Age.

Whoever Fights, Whoever Falls, Justice Conquers Evermore

So Far As A Person Thinks; They Are Free.

A Bullet Had Found Him, His Blood Ran Out As He Cried. No Money Could Save Him, So He Laid Down And Died. Ooh, What A Lucky Man He Was.