The Plague Of Man Is Boasting Of

Painting Myself For Others, I Have Painted My Inward Self With Colors Clearer Than My Original Ones. I Have No More Made My Book Than My Book Has Made Me--a Book Consubstantial With Its Author, Concerned With My Own Self, An Integral Part Of My Life; Not Concerned With Some Third-hand, Extraneous Purpose, Like All Other Books.

Live As Long As You Please, You Will Strike Nothing Off The Time You Will Have To Spend Dead.

Is It Not Enough To Make Me Come Back To Life Out Of Spite, To Have Someone Who Spat In My Face While I Existed Come And Rub My Feet When I Am Beginning To Exist No Longer?

Tis Faith Alone That Vividly And Certainly Comprehends The Deep Mysteries Of Our Religion.

As For Me, Then, I Love Life And Cultivate It Just As God Has Been Pleased To Grant It To Us.