So Long As The Priest, That Professional

In Order To Be Able Thus To Misjudge, And Thus To Grant Left-handed Veneration To Our Classics, People Must Have Ceased To Know Them. This, Generally Speaking, Is Precisely What Has Happened. For, Otherwise, One Ought To Know That There Is Only One Way Of Honoring Them, And That Is To Continue Seeking With The Same Spirit And With The Same Courage, And Not To Weary Of The Search.

Instruments And Playthings Are Sense And Spirit: Behind Them There Is Still The Self. The Self Seeketh With The Eyes Of The Senses, It Hearkeneth Also With The Ears Of The Spirit.

As Soon As We Are Shown The Existence Of Something Old In A New Thing, We Are Pacified.

Existence Begins In Every Instant.

Precisely The Least, The Softest, Lightest, A Lizard's Rustling, A Breath, A Flash, A Moment - A Little Makes The Way Of The Best Happiness.