Quietly they moved down the calm and sacred river that had come down to earth so that its waters might flow over the ashes of those long dead, and that would continue to flow long after the human race had, through hatred and knowledge, burned itself out.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
Was there ever a more horrible blasphemy than the statement that all the knowledge of God is confined to this or that book?
