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

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

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

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.

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.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.