Everything At A Distance Turns Into Poetry;

One Should, When Overwhelmed By The Shadow Of A Giant, Move Aside And See If The Colossal Shadow Isn't Merely That Of A Pygmy Blocking Out The Sun.

If The World Is A Precipitation Of Human Nature, So To Speak, Then The Divine World Is A Sublimation Of The Same. Both Occur In One Act. No Precipitation Without Sublimation. What Goes Lost There In Agility, Is Won Here.

All The Events Of Our Life Are Materials Of Which We Can Make What We Will.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

Knowledge Is Only One Half. Faith Is The Other.