What Is Part Of You,

Perfection Is The Measure Of Heaven, And The Wish To Be Perfect The Measure Of Man.

No One As Ever Completed Their Apprenticeship.

Difficulties Increase The Nearer We Get To The Goal.

The Passions Are Like Those Demons With Which Afrasahiab Sailed Down The Orus. Our Only Safety Consists In Keeping Them Asleep. If They We Are Lost.

Colors Are The Deeds/ And Sufferings Of Light.