If Thinking Is Your Fate, Revere This

Our Treasure Lies In The Beehive Of Our Knowledge. We Are Perpetually On The Way Thither, Being By Nature Winged Insects And Honey Gatherers Of The Mind.

To The Good Warrior Soundeth "thou Shalt" Pleasanter Than "i Will." And All That Is Dear Unto You, Ye Shall First Have It Commanded Unto You.

A Vocation Makes Us Unthinking; That Is Its Greatest Blessing. For It Is A Bulwark Behind Which We Are Permitted To Withdraw Whencommonplace Doubts And Cares Assail Us.

So Long As The Spectator Has To Figure Out The Meaning Of This Or That Person, Or The Presuppositions Of This Or That Conflict Of Inclinations And Purposes, He Cannot Become Completely Absorbed In The Activities And Sufferings Of The Chief Characters Or Feel Breathless Pity And Fear.

Thus I Spoke, More And More Softly; For I Was Afraid Of My Own Thoughts And The Thoughts Behind My Thoughts.