One Does Not Get To Know That

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.

Ohne Hast, Aber Ohne Rast. - Without Haste, But Without Rest.

Our Mistakes And Failures Are Always The First To Strike Us, And Outweigh In Our Imagination What We Have Accomplished And Attained.

He Who Does Not Think Much Of Himself Is Much More Esteemed Than He Imagines.

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.