We Gladly Put Antiquity Above Our Age

[nature's] Crown Is Love. Only Through Love Can We Come Near Her. She Puts Gulfs Between All Things, And All Things Strive To Be Interfused. She Isolates Everything, That She May Draw Everything Together. With A Few Draughts From The Cup Of Love She Repays For A Life Full Of Trouble.

It Is Only In Misery That We Recognize The Hand Of God Leading Good Men To Good.

Whoso Shrinks From Ideas Ends By Having Nothing But Sensations.

Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge One, And So It Is Only With Blinking Eyes What We All Of Us Try To Get Past It, In Actual Terror Of Being Burnt.

As Long As You Don't Practice It, This Dying And Becoming, You Are Only A Dreary Guest On This Dark Earth.