I Wait For The Morning

We're Only Really Thinking When We Can't Think Out Fully What We Are Really Thinking About!

Analysis And Synthesis Are Both As Necessary To The Thinking Spirit As Inspiration And Expiration To The Organism.

[nature's] Crown Is Love. Only Through Love Can We Come Near Her. She Puts Gulfs Between All Things, And All Things Strive To Be Interfused. She Isolates Everything, That She May Draw Everything Together. With A Few Draughts From The Cup Of Love She Repays For A Life Full Of Trouble.

I Had Rather Be Mercury, The Smallest Among Seven [planets], Revolving Round The Sun, Than The First Among Five [moons] Revolving Round Saturn.

Misunderstandings And Neglect Create More Confusion In This World Than Trickery And Malice. At Any Rate, The Last Two Are Certainly Much Less Frequent.