Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.