In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath

Wisdom And Eloquence Are Not Always United.

Phenomena Intersect; To See But One Is To See Nothing.

Love Is Reducing The Universe To One Being.

This First Glance Of A Soul Which Does Not Yet Know Itself Is Like Dawn In The Heavens; It Is The Awakening Of Something Radiant And Unknown.

Many Great Actions Are Committed In Small Struggles.