Someday Perhaps The Inner Light Will Shine

The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of Life, Wear Out At Last.

The Use Of A Thing Is Only A Part Of Its Significance. To Know Anything Thoroughly, To Have The Full Command Of It In All Its Appliances, We Must Study It On Its Own Account, Independently Of Any Special Application.

The Field Of Experience Is The Whole Universe In All Directions. Theory Remains Shut Up Within The Limits Of Human Faculties.

The Soul Is Indestructible And Its Activity Will Continue Through Eternity. It Is Like The Sun, Which, To Our Eyes, Seems To Set At Night; But It Has In Reality Only Gone To Diffuse Its Light Elsewhere.

The Rabble Also Vent Their Rage In Words. [ger., Es Macht Das Volk Sich Auch Mit Worten Lust.]