To Love Or Have Loved Is All-sufficing.

Do Not Let It Be Your Aim To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

It Is Only Barbarous Nations Who Have A Sudden Growth After A Victory

Be As A Bird Perched On A Frail Branch That She Feels Bending Beneath Her, Still She Sings Away All The Same, Knowing She Has Wings.

And The Dream That Our Mind Had Sketched In Haste Shall Others Continue, But Never Complete. For None Upon Earth Can Achieve His Scheme; The Best As The Worst Are Futile Here: We Wake At The Self-same Point Of The Dream, All Is Here Begun, And Finished Elsewhere.

Philosophy Is The Microscope Of Thought.