On Every Mountain Height Is

Every Idea Appears At First As A Strange Visitor, And When It Begins To Be Realized, It Is Hardly Distinguishable From Fantasy.

Know'st Thou Yesterday, Its Aim And Reason? Work'st Thou Will Today For Worthier Things? Then Calmly Wait The Morrow's Hidden Season, And Fear Thou Not, What Hap Soe'er It Brings

Whoever Aspiring, Struggles On, For Him There Is Salvation.

If It Is The Greatest Truth That You Seek, The Plants Can Direct You.

I Come More And More To The Conclusion That One Must Take The Side Of The Minority Which Is Always The More Intelligent One.