It Is In Self-limitation That A Master

Unrest And Uncertainty Are Our Lot.

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.

My Inheritance How Lordly Wide And Fair; Time Is My Fair Seed-field, To Time I'm Heir.

If You Wish To Advance Into The Infinite, Explore The Finite In All Directions.

Rejoice That You Have Still Have A Long Time To Live, Before The Thought Comes To You That There Is Nothing More In The World To See.