The Free Man Is A

The Vain.- We Are Like Shop Windows In Which We Are Continually Arranging, Concealing Or Illuminating The Supposed Qualities Other Ascribe To Us - In Order To Deceive Ourselves.

Those Things For Which We Find Words, Are Things We Have Already Overcome.

The Child As A Monument To The Passion Of Two People; The Will To Oneness In Two.

Wherever Progress Is To Ensue, Deviating Natures Are Of Greatest Importance.

Immature Is The Love Of The Youth, And Immature His Hatred Of Man And Earth. His Mind And The Wings Of His Spirit Are Still Tied Down And Heavy.