Wouldst thou write a living book? Thou must first live; thou shalt draw around thee the mystic garment of a manifold experience, and shalt learn, through enjoyment and suffering, gladness and sorrow, conquest and defeat, what neither book nor teacher can teach thee. Thou shalt learn of life, of thy soul; thou shalt tread the Lonely Road, and shalt become; thou shalt be. Thou shalt then write thy book, and it shall live; it shall be more than a book. Let thy book first live in thee, then shalt thou live in thy book.
Wouldst thou carve a statue that shall captivate the ages, or paint a picture that shall endure? Thou shalt acquaint thyself with the divine Beauty within thee. Thou shalt comprehend and adore the Invisible Beauty; thou shalt know the Principles that are the soul of Form; thou shalt perceive the matchless symmetry and faultless proportions of Life, of Being, of the Universe: thus knowing the eternally True thou shalt carve or paint the indescribably Beautiful.
