We Should Judge A Man Much More

Need Is A Low Door Which, When We Must By Stern Necessity Pass Through, Forces The Greatest To Bend Down The Most.

One Can Resist The Invasion Of An Army But One Cannot Resist The Invasion Of Ideas.

He Who Despairs Is Wrong.

O Darkness, The Sky Is A Gloomy Precinct Whose Door You Close, And Whose Key The Soul Owns; And Night Divides Itself In Half, Being Diabolical And Holy, Between Ilis, The Black Angel, And Christ, The Starry Human Being.

The Man Is Placed Where The Earth Ends, The Woman, Where The Heaven Starts.