Knowledge Is Not Eating, And We Cannot

The Dreamer Can Know No Truth, Not Even About His Dream, Except By Awaking Out Of It.

Man Alone Knows That He Must Die; But That Very Knowledge Raises Him, In A Sense, Above Mortality, By Making Him A Sharer In The Vision Of Eternal Truth. He Becomes The Spectator Of His Own Tragedy; He Sympathizes So Much With The Fury Of The Storm That He Has No Ears Left For The Shipwrecked Sailor, Though The Sailor Were His Own Soul. The Truth Is Cruel, But It Can Be Loved, And It Makes Free Those Who Have Loved It.

Even Under The Most Favorable Circumstances No Mortal Can Be Asked To Seize The Truth In Its Wholeness Or At Its Center.

The Loftiest Edifices Need The Deepest Foundations.

Nothing Is Really So Poor And Melancholy As Art That Is Interested In Itself And Not In Its Subject.