O Time! Time! How It Brings Forth

A Pygmy Standing On The Outward Crust Of This Small Planet, His Far-reaching Spirit Stretches Outward To The Infinite, And There Alone Finds Rest.

Secrecy Is The Element Of All Goodness; Even Virtue, Even Beauty Is Mysterious.

Thought Is The Parent Of The Deed.

The Past Is Always Attractive Because It Is Drained Of Fear.

In Books Lies The Soul Of The Whole Past Time; The Articulate Audible Voice Of The Past, When The Body And Material Substance Of It Has Altogether Vanished Like A Dream.