Art Is The Proper Task Of Life.

Immature Is The Love Of The Youth, And Immature His Hatred Of Man And Earth. His Mind And The Wings Of His Spirit Are Still Tied Down And Heavy.

That, However, Is - Mediocrity, Though It Be Called Moderation.

I Love Him Who Reserveth No Share Of Spirit For Himself, But Wanteth To Be Wholly The Spirit Of His Virtue: Thus Walketh He As Spirit Over The Bridge.

What, Then Is Truth?... Truths Are Illusions About Which One Has Forgotten That This Is What They Are.

Once And For All, There Are Many Things I Choose Not To Know.--wisdom Sets Limits Even To Knowledge.