Genius is a bend in the creek where bright water has gathered, and which mirrors the trees, the sky and the banks. It just does that because it is there and the scenery is there. Talent is a fine mirror with a silver frame, with the name of the owner engraved on the back.

Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.

The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

To this generation I would say: Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.

How shall the soul of a man be larger than the life he has lived?