Every Word Was Once A

Ne Te Quaesiveris Extra." (do Not Seek For Things Outside Of Yourself)

The Divine Gift Is Ever The Instant Life, Which Receives And Uses And Creates, And Can Well Bury The Old In The Omnipotency With Which Nature Decomposes All Her Harvest For Recomposition.

What's A Book? Everything Or Nothing. The Eye That Sees It All.

If A Man Fasten His Attention On A Single Aspect Of Truth And Apply Himself To That Alone For A Long Time, The Truth Becomes Distorted And Not Itself But Falsehood.

It Depends Little On The Object, Much On The Mood, In Art.