Three Metamorphoses Of The Spirit I Relate

Along The Journey We Commonly Forget Its Goal. Almost Every Vocation Is Chosen And Entered Upon As A Means To A Purpose But Is Ultimately Continued As A Final Purpose In Itself. Forgetting Our Objectives Is The Most Frequent Stupidity In Which We Indulge Ourselves.

On The Tree, Future, We Build Our Nest; And In Our Solitude Eagles Shall Bring Us Nourishment In Their Beaks!

After Buddha Was Dead, His Shadow Was Still Shown For Centuries In A Cave.

He Who Denies His Own Vanity Usually Possesses It In So Brutal A Form That He Instinctively Shuts His Eyes To Avoid The Necessity Of Despising Himself.

The Weak And The Botched Shall Perish: First Principle Of Our Charity.