For Every Minute You Remain

We Live In Succession, In Division, In Parts, In Particles. Meantime Within Man Is The Soul Of The Whole; The Wise Silence; The Universal Beauty, To Which Every Part And Particle Is Equally Related; The Eternal One.

The True Scholar Grudges Every Opportunity Of Action Passed, By, As A Loss Of Power.

The Hero Sees That The Event Is Ancillary: It Must Follow Him.

The Soul Answers Never By Words, But By The Thing Itself That Is Inquired After.

And Truly It Demands Something Godlike In Him Who Cast Off The Common Motives Of Humanity And Ventured To Trust Himself For A Taskmaster.