The greatest joy of a thinking man is to have searched the explored and to quietly revere the unexplored.
Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.
To make converts is the natural ambition of everyone.
From desire I plunge to its fulfilment, where I long once more for desire.
Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.
We are accustomed to see men deride what they do not understand, and snarl at the good and beautiful because it lies beyond their sympathies