Be True, And Thou Shalt Fetter Time

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

It Is At The Approach Of Extreme Danger When A Hollow Puppet Can Accomplish Nothing, That Power Falls Into The Mighty Hands Of Nature, Of The Spirit Giant-born, Who Listens Only To Himself, And Knows Nothing Of Compacts.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.