No Violent Extreme Endures.

Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence Of Two Eternities?

Silence Is The Eternal Duty Of Man.

Friend, Hast Thou Considered The "rugged, All-nourishing Earth," As Sophocles Well Names Her; How She Feeds The Sparrow On The Housetop, Much More Her Darling Man?

Music... A Kind Of Inarticulate, Unfathomable Speech, Which Leads To The Edge Of The Infinite.

Infinite Is The Help Man Can Yield To Man.