Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.

Every Beloved Object Is The Center Point Of A Paradise.

Every Disease Is A Musical Problem. Its Cure A Musical Solution. The More Rapid And Complete The Solution, The Greater The Musical Talent Of The Doctor.

Life Must Not Be A Novel That Is Given To Us, But One That Is Made By Us.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!