A Man Is A Golden

Wise Men Are Not Wise At All Times.

All Necessary Truth Is Its Own Evidence.

The Leaves Are Falling, Falling As From Way Off, As Though Far Gardens Withered In The Skies; They Are Falling With Denying Gestures. And In The Nights The Heavy Earth Is Falling From All The Stars Down Into Loneliness. We All Are Falling. This Hand Falls. And Look At Others: It Is In Them All. And Yet There Is One Who Holds This Falling Endlessly Gently In His Hands.

When The Eyes Say One Thing, And The Tongue Another, A Practiced Man Relies On The Language Of The First.

Sculpture And Painting Have The Effect Of Teaching Us Manners And Abolishing Hurry.