It Is Working Within Limits That The

Sin Writes Histories, Goodness Is Silent.

To Appreciate The Noble Is A Gain Which Can Never Be Torn From Us.

Mastery Passes Often For Egotism.

To Act Is Easy; To Think Is Hard.

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.