Be Always Resolute With The Present Hour.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

I Make Presents To The Mother But Think Of The Daughter.

It Will Be! The Mass Is Working Clearer! Conviction Gathers, Truer, Nearer! The Mystery Which For Man In Nature Lies We Dare To Test, By Knowledge Led; And That Which She Was Wont To Organize We Crystallize, Instead.

From Desire I Plunge To Its Fulfilment, Where I Long Once More For Desire.

The Eternal Female Draws Us Onward.