To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think

As The Purse Is Emptied, The Heart Is Filled.

Work, Which Makes A Man Free, And Thought, Which Makes Him Worthy Of Freedom.

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.

We Say And Exclaim Within Ourselves Without Breaking Silence, In A Tumult Where Everything Speaks Except Our Mouths. The Realities Of The Soul Are None The Less Real For Being Invisible And Impalpable.

You Say, "where Goest Thou?" I Cannot Tell, And Still Go On. But If The Way Be Straight I Cannot Go Amiss: Before Me Lies Dawn And The Day: The Night Behind Me: That Suffices Me: I Break The Bounds: I See, And Nothing More; Believe And Nothing Less. My Future Is Not One Of My Concerns.