He Who Chooses The Infinite Has Been

Do Not Allow Things To Intrude From Outside.

Remember That You Are At An Exceptional Hour In A Unique Epoch, That You Have This Great Happiness, This Invaluable Privilege, Of Being Present At The Birth Of A New World.

A Hidden Bliss Is At The Root Of Things. A Mute Delight Regards Time's Countless Works: To House God's Joy In Things Space Gave Wide Room, To House God's Joy In Self Our Souls Were Born.

Faith Is The Soul's Witness To Something Not Yet Manifested, Achieved Or Realised, But Which Yet The Knower Within Us, Even In The Absence Of All Indications, Feels To Be True Or Supremely Worth Following Or Achieving.

Life Was A Sorrowful Throb Of This Matter Teaching It Anguish, Teaching It Hope And Desire Trod Out Too Soon In The Mire, Life The Frail Joy That Regrets Its Briefness, Life The Long Sorrow.