In Any Event, A Truth That Disheartens,

It Is Not From Reason That Justice Springs, But Goodness Is Born Of Wisdom.

(there Is) No Other Means Of Escaping From One's Consciousness Than To Deny It, To Look Upon It As An Organic Disease Of The Terrestrial Intelligence - A Disease Which We Must Endeavor To Cure By An Action Which Must Appear To Us An Action Of Violent And Willful Madness, But Which, On The Other Side Of Our Appearances, Is Probably An Action Of Health. ("of Immortality")

Justice Is The Very Last Thing Of All Wherewith The Universe Concerns Itself. It Is Equilibrium That Absorbs Its Attention.

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.

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.