Many Books Have Been Written To Show

Genius Is A Bend In The Creek Where Bright Water Has Gathered, And Which Mirrors The Trees, The Sky And The Banks. It Just Does That Because It Is There And The Scenery Is There. Talent Is A Fine Mirror With A Silver Frame, With The Name Of The Owner Engraved On The Back.

I Have Known The Silence Of The Stars And Of The Sea. And The Silence Of The City When It Pauses, And The Silence Of A Man And A Maid, And The Silence For Which Music Alone Finds The Word.

Many Books Have Been Written To Show That Christianity Has Emasculated The World, That It Shoved Aside The Enlightenment And Wisdom Of Hellas For A Doctrine Of Superstition And Ignorance.

To Put Meaning In One's Life May End In Madness, But Life Without Meaning Is The Torture Of Restlessness And Vague Desire-it Is A Boat Longing For The Sea And Yet Afraid.

In Time You Shall See Fate Approach Youin The Shape Of Your Own Image In The Mirror;or You Shall Sit Alone By Your Own Hearth,and Suddenly The Chair By You Shall Hold A Guest,and You Shall Know That Guest,and Read The Authentic Message Of His Eyes.