Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black

Now We Will No Longer Concede So Easily That Anyone Has The Truth; The Rigorous Methods Of Inquiry Have Spread Sufficient Distrust And Caution, So That We Experience Every Man Who Represents Opinions Violently In Word And Deed As Any Enemy Of Our Present Culture, Or At Least As A Backward Person. And In Fact, The Fervor About Having The Truth Counts Very Little Today In Relation To That Other Fervor, More Gentle And Silent, To Be Sure, For Seeking The Truth, A Search That Does Not Tire Of Learning Afresh And Testing Anew.

A Man Who Has Depths In His Shame Meets His Destiny And His Delicate Decisions Upon Paths Which Few Ever Reach . . .

You Want To Be Paid As Well, You Virtuous! You Want Reward For Virtue, And Heaven For Earth, And Eternity For Your Today?

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

Even The Most Beautiful Scenery Is No Longer Assured Of Our Love After We Have Lived In It For Three Months, And Some Distant Coast Attracts Our Avarice: Possessions Are Generally Diminished By Possession.