One Should Never Know Too

Art Depends Upon The Inexactitude Of Sight.

A Thought, Even A Possibility, Can Shatter And Transform Us.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

One's Own Self Is Well Hidden From One's Own Self; Of All Mines Of Treasure, One's Own Is The Last To Be Dug Up.

I Consist Of Body And Soul - In The Worlds Of A Child. And Why Shouldn't We Speak Like Children? But The Enlightened, The Knowledgealbe Would Say: I Am Body Through And Through, Nothing More; And The Soul Is Just A Word For Something On The Body.