People Can Only Live With

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.

Our Wishes Are Presentiments Of The Abilities That Lie In Us, Harbingers Of What We Will Be Able To Accomplish.

Idea And Experience Will Never Coincide In The Center; Only Through Art And Action Are They United.

Piety Is Not An End, But A Means: A Means Of Attaining The Highest Culture By The Purest Tranquility Of Soul. Hence It May Be Observed That Those Who Set Up Piety As An End And Object Are Mostly Hypocrites.

Words Express Neither Objects Nor Ourselves.