Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

Nothing Leads To Good That Is Not Natural.

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts. Man Grows With His Expanded Needs.