A Mortal Lives Not Through That Breath

Man Is A Microcosm, Or A Little World, Because He Is An Extract From All The Stars And Planets Of The Whole Firmament, From The Earth And The Elements; And So He Is Their Quintessence.

A Mortal Lives Not Through That Breath That Flows In And That Flows Out. The Source Of His Life Is Another And This Causes The Breath To Flow.

He Who Knows Nothing, Loves Nothing. He Who Can Do Nothing Understands Nothing. He Who Understands Nothing Is Worthless.

If We Want To Make A Statement About A Man's Nature On The Basis Of His Physiognomy, We Must Take Everything Into Account; It Is In His Distress That A Man Is Tested, For Then His Nature Is Revealed.

Thoughts Give Birth To A Creative Force That Is Neither Elemental Nor Sidereal. Thoughts Create A New Heaven, A New Firmament, A New Source Of Energy, From Which New Arts Flow. When A Man Undertakes To Create Something, He Establishes A New Heaven.