The World Makes Way For The Man

If You Would Know What Nobody Knows, Read What Everybody Reads, Just One Year Afterwards.

That Which Builds Is Better Than That Which Is Built.

A Man Should Learn To Detect And Watch That Gleam Of Light Which Flashes Across His Mind From Within, More Than The Lustre Of The Firmament Of Bards And Sages. Yet He Dismisses Without Notice His Thought, Because It Is His. In Every Work Of Genius We Recognize Our Own Rejected Thoughts: They Come Back To Us With A Certain Alienated Majesty.

All Loss, All Pain, Is Particular; The Universe Remains To The Heart Unhurt.

Life Is Comic Or Pitiful As Soon As The High Ends Of Being Fade Out Of Sight, And Man Becomes Near-sighted, And Can Only Attend Towhat Addresses The Senses.