Thought Is Invisible Nature.

Glow-worms On The Ground Are Moving, As If In The Torch-dance Circling.

He Is Noble Who Both Feels And Acts Nobly.

Our Souls Must Become Expanded By The Contemplation Of Nature's Grandeur, Before We Can Fully Comprehend The Greatness Of Man.

Where Words Cease, There Music Begins.

The Foolish Race Of Mankind Are Swarming Below In The Night; They Shriek And Rage And Quarrel - And All Of Them Are Right.