To Feed Death With Her Works Is

A Thought Is An Arrow Shot At The Truth; It Can Hit A Point, But Not Cover The Whole Target. But The Archer Is Too Well Satisfied With His Success To Ask Anything Farther.

The Inside Must Be Made Entirely Calm And Quiet And There Should Reign An Upward Aspiration - A State Of Awaiting.

Not Only A Truer Knowledge, But A Greater Power Comes To One In The Quietude And Silence Of A Mind That, Instead Of Bubbling On The Surface, Can Go To Its Own Depths And Listen.

The Supreme End Is The Freedom Of The Spirit.

Do Not Belong To The Past Dawns,but To The Noons Of Future