“ It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live so that our death brings no pleasure to the world. ”
I have noticed that even those who assert that everything is predestined and that we can change nothing about it still look both ways before they cross the street.
The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.
That's what literature is. It's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.