Let Each Become All That He Was

Secrecy Is The Element Of All Goodness; Even Virtue, Even Beauty Is Mysterious.

Love Is The Only Game That Is Not Called On Account Of Darkness.

In The True Literary Man There Is Thus Ever, Acknowledged Or Not By The World, A Sacredness: He Is The Light Of The World; The World's Priest; -- Guiding It, Like A Sacred Pillar Of Fire, In Its Dark Pilgrimage Through The Waste Of Time.

He That Has Done Nothing Has Known Nothing.

In Every Object There Is Inexhaustible Meaning.