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Deep Meaning Lies Often In Childish Play.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas As They Pour In.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...

Don't Let Your Heart Depend On Things That Ornament Life In A Fleeting Way! He Who Possesses, Let Him Learn To Lose, He Who Is Fortunate, Let Him Learn Pain.