A Noble Man Is Led Far By

What Man Does Not Know, Or Has Not Thought Of, Wanders In The Night Through The Labyrinth Of The Mind.

The One Who Acts Is Always Without Conscience; Nobody Has A Conscience But The Contemplative Person.

Those Who Know Nothing Of Foreign Languages Know Nothing Of Their Own.

Being Brilliant Is No Great Feat If You Respect Nothing.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.