All Men Would Be Masters

The Eye Doesn't See Any Shapes, It Sees Only What Is Differentiated Through Light And Dark Or Through Colors.

Gray Are All The Theories, But Green Is The Tree Of Life.

What Sort Of God Would It Be, Who Only Pushed From Without.

We Are Surrounded By Abysses, But The Greatest Of All Depths Is In Our Own Heart, And An Irresistible Leaning Leads Us There. Draw Thyself From Thyself!

The Bad Thing Is That Thinking About Thought Doesn't Help At All; One Has To Have It From Nature So That The Good Ideas Appear Before Us Like Free Children Of God Calling To Us: Here We Are.