It Is Death That Is

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together ... Speech Is Too Often ... The Act Of Quite Stifling And Suspending Thought, So That There Is None To Conceal ... Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity ... It Is Idle To Think That, By Means Of Words, Any Real Communication Can Ever Pass From One Man To Another.

At Every Crossroads On The Path That Leads To The Future, Tradition Has Placed 10,000 Men To Guard The Past.

Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We That Know Not Of Its Presence.

And On This Earth Of Ours There Are But Few Souls That Can Withstand The Dominion Of The Soul That Has Suffered Itself To Become Beautiful.

The Thoughts You Think Will Irradiate You As Though You Are A Transparent Vase.