What A Day It Is When We

As Soon As You Trust Yourself, You Will Know How To Live.

I Am The Spirit That Denies.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.

The Angles Even Draw Strength From Gazing On Its Glance, Though None Its Meaning Fathom May; The World's Unwither'd Countenance Is Bright As At Creation's Day.

The Shudder Of Awe Is Humanity's Highest Faculty, Even Though This World Is Forever Altering Its Values.