A Noble Person Attracts Noble People, And

Hypotheses Are Only The Pieces Of Scaffolding Which Are Erected Round A Building During The Course Of Construction, And Which Are Taken Away As Soon As The Edifice Is Completed.

Who Are You Then?" "i Am Part Of That Power Which Eternally Wills Evil And Eternally Works Good.

How Often Do I Lull My Seething Blood To Rest, For You Have Never Seen Anything So Unsteady, So Uncertain, As This Heart.

It Is Ever True That He Who Does Nothing For Others, Does Nothing For Himself." ~ Goethe

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.