I Often Feel, And Ever More Deeply

We Never Completely Comprehend Ourselves, But We Can Do Far More Than Comprehend.

Imagination Places The Future World For Us Either Above Or Below Or In Reincarnation. We Dream Of Travels Throughout The Universe: Is Not The Universe Within Us? We Do Not Know The Depths Of Our Spirit. The Mysterious Path Leads Within. In Us, Or Nowhere, Lies Eternity With Its Worlds, The Past And The Future.

The World Must Become Romanticized, And In That Way We Find Again Its Original Meaning For Us.

Only An Artist Can Interpret The Meaning Of Life.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.