Of The Book Of Books Most Wondrous

The History Of Knowledge Is A Great Fugue In Which The Voices Of The Nations One After The Other Emerge.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

One Does Not Get To Know That One Exists Until One Rediscovers Oneself In Others.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than For A Teacher To Know Only What His Scholars Are Intended To Know.

Like The Star That Shines Afar, Without Haste And Without Rest, Let Each One Wheel With Steady Sway Round The Task That Rules The Day, And Do Their Best.