Faith Makes Us, And Not We It;

Cities Give Us Collision. 'tis Said, London And New York Take The Nonsense Out Of A Man.

Is Not, Indeed, Every Man A Student, And Do Not All Things Exist For The Student's Behoof?

O Friend, My Bosom Said, Through Thee Alone The Sky Is Arched. Through Thee The Rose Is Red; All Things Through Thee Take Nobler Form, And Look Beyond The Earth, The Mill-round Of Our Fate Appears A Sun-path In Thy Worth. Me Too Thy Nobleness Has Taught To Master My Despair; The Fountains Of My Hidden Life Are Through Thy Friendship Fair.

What Can We See, Read, Acquire, But Ourselves. Take The Book, My Friend, And Read Your Eyes Out, You Will Never Find There What I Find.

We Animate What We Can See, And We See Only What We Animate.