The Friend Who Understands You,

Let Us Seek Truth Everywhere; Let Us Cull It Wherever We Can Find Its Blossom Or Its Seed. Having Found The Seed, Let Us Scatter It To The Winds Of Heaven. Where Ever It May Blow, It Will Germinate. There Is No Lack In This Wide Universe Of Souls That Will Form The New Ground.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

There Are Some Dead Who Are More Alive Than The Living.

Discussion Is Impossible With Someone Who Claims Not To Seek The Truth, But Already To Possess It.

Each Man Must Learn His Own Ideal And Try To Accomplish It: That Is A Surer Way Of Progress Than To Take The Ideas Of Another.