This world belongs to the strong$$$ my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

We could never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world

Look closely. The beautiful may be small.

We are not rich by what we possess but by what we can do without.

Seek not the favor of the multitude; it is seldom got by honest and lawful means. But seek the testimony of few; and number not voices$$$ but weigh them.

What might be said of things in themselves$$$ separated from all relationship to our senses$$$ remains for us absolutely unknown.

Where wisdom reigns$$$ there is no conflict between thinking and feeling.

Honesty is admired$$$ and starves.

Until you make the unconscious conscious$$$ it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

The boisterous sea of liberty is never without a wave.