We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

He Is Short-sighted Who Looks Only On The Path He Treads And The Wall On Which He Leans.

Out Of My Deeper Heart A Bird Rose And Flew Skywards. Higher And Higher Did It Rise, Yet Larger And Larger Did It Grow. At First It Was But Like A Swallow, Then A Lark, Then An Eagle, Then As Vast As A Spring Cloud, And Then It Filled The Starry Heavens. Out Of My Heart A Bird Flew Skywards. And It Waxed Larger As It Flew. Yet It Left Not My Heart.

He Who Does Not Seek Advice Is A Fool. His Folly Blinds Him To Truth And Makes Him Evil, Stubborn, And A Danger To His Fellow Man.

Philosophy's Work Is Finding The Shortest Path Between Two Points.