Love Is Blind, Friends Close Their Eyes

Even Today A Crude Sort Of Persecution Is All That Is Required To Create An Honorable Name For Any Sect, No Matter How Indifferent In Itself.

On The Heights It Is Warmer Than People In The Valley Suppose, Especially In Winter. The Thinker Recognizes The Full Import Of This Simile.

With The Strength Of His Spiritual Sight And Insight The Distance, And As It Were The Space, Around Man Continually Expands: His World Grows Deeper, Ever New Stars, Ever New Images And Enigmas Come Into View.

Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me At Home; Blue Are My Hands With His Friendly Handshaking

What Can Everyone Do? Praise And Blame. This Is Human Virtue, This Is Human Madness.