Utility Is The Great Idol Of The

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

It Is Only Through The Morning Gate Of The Beautiful That You Can Penetrate Into The Realm Of Knowledge. That Which We Feel Here As Beauty We Shall One Day Know As Truth.

For The World Is Only Governed By Self-interest.