I Am Moved By The Light.

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together ... Speech Is Too Often ... The Act Of Quite Stifling And Suspending Thought, So That There Is None To Conceal ... Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity ... It Is Idle To Think That, By Means Of Words, Any Real Communication Can Ever Pass From One Man To Another.

The Manner In Which The Hours Of Freedom Are Spent Determines, No Less Than Labor And War, The Moral Worth Of A Nation.

How Strangely Do We Diminish A Thing As Soon As We Try To Express It In Words.

The Value Of Ourselves Is But The Value Of Our Melancholy And Our Disquiet.

Every Year, In November, At The Season That Follows The Hour Of The Dead, The Crowning And Majestic Hours Of Autumn, I Go To Visit The Chrysanthemums ... They Are Indeed, The Most Universal, The Most Diverse Of Flowers.