Beautiful Books Are Always Written In A

Griefs, At The Moment When They Change Into Ideas, Lose Some Of Their Power To Injure Our Heart.

The Tiny, Initial Clue ... By Allowing Us To Imagine What We Do Not Know, Stimulates A Desire For Knowledge.

What An Abyss Of Uncertainty, Whenever The Mind Feels Overtaken By Itself; When It, The Seeker, Is At The Same Time The Dark Region Through Which It Must Go Seeking And Where All Its Equipment Will Avail It Nothing. Seek? More Than That: Create. It Is Face To Face With Something Which Does Not Yet Exist, Which It Alone Can Make Actual, Which It Alone Can Bring Into The Light Of Day.

Unkind People Imagine Themselves To Be Inflicting Pain On Someone Equally Unkind.

A Work In Which There Are Theories Is Like An Object Which Still Has The Ticket That Shows Its Price.