Fate And Temperament Are The Names Of

The Seat Of The Soul Is Where The Inner World And The Outer World Meet. Where They Overlap, It Is In Every Point Of The Overlap.

A Complete Need Should Not Exist... Love, Life In Common With Loved Ones?

Life Is The Beginning Of Death. Life Is For The Sake Of Death. Death Is At Once The End And The Beginning—at Once Separation And Closer Union Of The Self. Through Death The Reduction Is Complete.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

I Often Feel, And Ever More Deeply I Realize, That Fate And Character Are The Same Conception.