The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The

All Can Hear, But Only The Sensitive Can Understand.

For To Be Idle Is To Become A Stranger Unto The Seasons, And To Step Out Of Life’s Procession That Marches In Majesty And Proud Submission Towards The Infinite.

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.

How Distant I Am From People When I Am With Them, And How Close When They Are Far Away.