We Are Pantheists As Natural Scientists, Polytheists

All That Is Noble Is In Itself Of A Quiet Nature, And Appears To Sleep Until It Is Aroused And Summoned Forth By Contrast.

Whoever, In Middle Age, Attempts To Realize The Wishes And Hopes Of His Early Youth, Invariably Deceives Himself. Each Ten Years Of A Man's Life Has Its Own Fortunes, Its Own Hopes, Its Own Desires.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.

The Person Of Analytic Or Critical Intellect Finds Something Ridiculous In Everything. The Person Of Synthetic Or Constructive Intellect, In Almost Nothing.

The Rainbow Mirrors Human Aims And Action. Think, And More Clearly Wilt Thou Grasp It, Seeing Life Is But Light In Many-hued Reflection.