I Am Moved By The Light.

Physical Suffering Apart, Not A Single Sorrow Exists That Can Touch Us Except Through Our Thoughts.

I Am Moved By The Light.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than The Animals That Know Nothing. A Day Will Come When Science Will Turn Upon Its Error And No Longer Hesitate To Shorten Our Woes. A Day Will Come When It Will Dare And Act With Certainty; When Life, Grown Wiser, Will Depart Silently At Its Hour, Knowing That It Has Reached Its Term.

Nothing In The Whole World Is So Athirst For Beauty As The Soul, Nor Is There Anything To Which Beauty Clings So Readily.

As Soon As We Put Something Into Words, We Devalue It In A Strange Way. We Think We Have Plunged Into The Depths Of The Abyss, And When We Return To The Surface The Drop Of Water On Our Pale Fingertips No Longer Resembles The Sea From Which It Comes. We Delude Ourselves That We Have Discovered A Wonderful Treasure Trove, And When We Return To The Light Of Day We Find That We Have Brought Back Only False Stones And Shards Of Glass; And Yet The Treasure Goes On Glimmering In The Dark, Unaltered.