The clever reader who is capable or reading between these lines what does not stand written in them but is nevertheless implied will be able to form some conception.

Higher yet and higher out of clouds and night, nearer yet and nearer rising to the light - light, serene and holy where my soul may rest, purified and lowly, sanctified and blest.

Man's restlessness makes him strive.

All our knowledge is symbolic.

Presents at once? That's good. He is sure to succeed.

What one has wished for in youth, in old age one has in abundance.

I love those who yearn for the impossible.