We Labor Under The Fatal Delusion That

The Wise Are Unaffected Either By Death Or Life. These Are But Faces Of The Same Coin.

Cowardice Is Incompatible With Divine Wisdom.

My Love Of Nationalism Is That My Country May Become Free, And If Need Be, The Whole Of The Country Die, So That The Human Race May Live.

We Notice That The Mind Is A Restless Bird; The More It Gets The More It Wants, And Still Remains Unsatisfied. The More We Indulge Our Passions The More Unbridled They Become. Our Ancestors, Therefore, Set A Limit To Our Indulgences. They Saw That Happiness Was Largely A Mental Condition. A Man Is Not Necessarily Happy Because He Is Rich, Or Unhappy Because He Is Poor.... Millions Will Always Remain Poor.

A Correct Diagnosis Is Three-fourths The Remedy.