He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.
Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.
The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.
The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.
Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.