Hope Enough To Remove All Anxious Fears

Whoever Wishes To Keep A Secret Must Hide The Fact That He Possesses One.

Literature Is A Fragment Of A Fragment. Of All That Ever Happened, Or Has Been Said, But A Fraction Has Been Written; And Of This But Little Is Extant.

This Is What They All Come To Who Exclusively Harp On Experience. They Do Not Stop To Consider That Experience Is Only One Half Of Experience.

The World Of Reason Is To Be Regarded As A Great And Immortal Being, Who Ceaselessly Works Out What Is Necessary, And So Makes Himself Lord Also Over What Is Accidental.

The Light Is There, And Colors Surround Us. However, If There Were No Light Nor Colors In Our Own Eye, We Wouldn't Perceive Such Things Outside Of Us.