He Who Moves Not Forward,

Sometimes I Don't Understand How Another Can Love Her, Is Allowed To Love Her, Since I Love Her So Completely Myself, So Intensely, So Fully, Grasp Nothing, Know Nothing, Have Nothing But Her!

Hope Enough To Remove All Anxious Fears Concerning The Future.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

When The Boy Begins To Understand That The Visible Point Is Preceded By An Invisible Point, That The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is Conceived As A Straight Line Before It Is Ever Drawn With Pencil And Paper...the Fountain Of All Thought Has Been Opened To Him...the Philosopher Can Reveal Him Nothing New, As A Geometrician He Has Discovered The Basis Of All Thought.

Do Not, I Beg You, Look For Anything Behind Phenomena. They Are Themselves Their Own Lesson.