If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue,

For The Infinite Has Sowed His Name In The Heavens In Burning Stars, But On The Earth He Has Sowed His Name In Tender Flowers.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.

Man's Feelings Are Always Purest And Most Glowing In The Hour Of Meeting And Of Farewell.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.

Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms Do Around Mountains; But, Like Them, They Break The Storm And Purify The Air Of The Plain Beneath Them.