How Often Do I Lull My Seething

If We Are Out Of Synch With Ourselves, Everything Is Out Of Synch For Us.

Man Usually Believes, If Only Words He Hears, That Also With Them Goes Material For Thinking. [ger., Gewohnlich Glaubt Der Mensch, Wenn Er Nur Worte Hort, Es Musse Sich Dabei Doch Auch Was Denken.]

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

All Beginnings Are Delightful; The Threshold Is The Place To Pause.

Man Can Find No Better Retreat From The World Than Art, And Man Can Find No Stronger Link With The World Than Art.