We Pass For What We Are.

No Society Can Ever Be So Large As One Man.

Every Burned Book Enlightens The World.

Creative Force, Like A Musical Composer, Goes On Unweariedly Repeating A Simple Air Or Theme, Now High, Now Low, In Solo, In Chorus, Ten Thousand Times Reverberated, Till It Fills Earth And Heaven With The Chant.

Condense Some Daily Experience Into A Glowing Symbol And An Audience Is Electrified.

You See, It's All Clear, We Were Meant To Be Here From The Beginning.