Everything Depends On Inner Change; When This

Every Morning, I Shall Concern Myself Anew About The Boundary, Between The Love-deed-yes And The Power-deed-no, And Pressing Forward Honor Reality. We Cannot Avoid, Using Power, Cannot Escape The Compulsion, To Afflict The World, So Let Us, Cautious In Diction, And Mighty In Contradiction, Love Powerfully.

This Is The Sacrifice: The Endless Possibility That Is Offered Up On The Altar Of The Form.

Everything Depends On Inner Change; When This Has Taken Place, Then, And Only Then Does The World Change.

For Sin Is Just This, What Man Cannot By Its Very Nature Do With His Whole Being; It Is Possible To Silence The Conflict In The Soul, But It Is Not Possible To Uproot It

We May Listen To Our Inner Self-and Still Not Know Which Ocean We Hear Roaring.