The Universe Is But One Vast Symbol

The Leafy Blossoming Present Time Springs From The Whole Past, Remembered And Unrememberable.

History Is The Distillation Of Rumour.

The Aristocracy Of Feudal Parchment Has Passed Away With A Mighty Rushing, And Now, By A Natural Course, We Arrive At Aristocracy Of The Money-bag.

The Outer Passes Away; The Innermost Is The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.

The True Past Departs Not, No Truth Or Goodness Realized By Man Ever Dies, Or Can Die; But All Is Still Here, And, Recognized Or Not, Lives And Works Through Endless Change.