And Here, Poor Fool, With All My

Time Is A Strange Thing. It Is A Whimsical Tyrant, Which In Every Century Has A Different Face For All That One Says And Does.

We Who Didn't Inherit Political Power Nor Are Made To Acquire Riches Like Nothing Better Than That Which Expands And Solidifies The Power Of The Spirit.

He Who Is Firm In Will Molds The World To Himself. [ger., Aber Wer Fest Auf Dem Sinne Beharrt, Der Bildet Die Welt Sich.]

Everything In Science Depends On What One Calls An Aperçu, On Becoming Aware Of What Is At The Bottom Of The Phenomena. Such Becoming Aware Is Infinitely Fertile.

Ohne Hast, Aber Ohne Rast. - Without Haste, But Without Rest.