Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.
It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.
But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.
Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.