And The End And The Beginning Were

In Our Rhythm Of Earthly Life We Tire Of Light. We Are Glad When The Day Ends, When The Play Ends; And Ecstasy Is Too Much Pain.

We Had The Experience But Missed The Meaning. And Approach To The Meaning Restores The Experience In A Different Form.

If You Aren't In Over Your Head, How Do You Know How Tall You Are?

If You Want It You Must Obtain It By Great Labor.

Someone Said, 'the Dead Writers Are Remote From Us Because We Know So Much More Than They Did.' Precisely, And They Are That Which We Know.