He Who Shall Teach The Child To

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.

Without Minute Neatness Of Execution, The Sublime Cannot Exist! Grandeur Of Ideas Is Founded On Precision Of Ideas.

Eternity Is In Love With The Productions Of Time.

On No Other Ground Can I Sow My Seed Without Tearing Up Some Stinking Weed.

He Whose Face Gives No Light, Shall Never Become A Star.