Wherever The Turkish Hoof Trods, No Grass

Do Not Let It Be Your Aim To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

He Who Is Not Capable Of Enduring Poverty Is Not Capable Of Being Free.

This Book Should Be Read As One Would Read The Book Of A Dead Man.

I See Black Light (his Last Words)

Not Ill? No Truly, I Am Young, Healthful, And Strong; The Blood Flows Freely In My Veins; My Limbs Obey My Will; I Am Robust In Mind And Body, Constituted For A Long Life. Yes, All This Is True; And Yet, Nevertheless, I Have An Illness, A Fatal Illness,-an Illness Given By The Hand Of Man!