Thus One Can Observe That Those Who

Tomorrow Sees Undone, What Happens Not To-day; Still Forward Press, Nor Never Tire! The Possible, With Steadfast Trust, Resolve Should Be By The Forelock Grasp. Then She Will Ne'er Let Go Her Clasp, And Labors On, Because She Must.

Sometimes I Don't Understand How Another Can Love Her, Is Allowed To Love Her, Since I Love Her So Completely Myself, So Intensely, So Fully, Grasp Nothing, Know Nothing, Have Nothing But Her!

Belief Is Not The Beginning Of Knowledge - It Is The End.

Gray Is The Color Of All Theory

And We Went Our Separate Ways Without Having Understood Each Other. As In This World Nobody Understands The Other Easily.