The Average Estimate Themselves By What They

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

He Who Never Ventures Beyond Actuality Will Never Win The Prize Of Truth.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men Were More Godlike.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.