On the grains of credulity she will not feed; in the net of wishes her feet cannot be held; in the air of these valleys she will not breathe.

The birds you have caught are of the brood of Lies.
Lovely and beautiful, but still lies; Truth knows them not.' "And the hunter cried out in bitterness-- "'And must I then sit still, to be devoured of this great burning ?' "And the old man said, "'Listen, and in that you have suffered much and wept much, I will tell you what I know.

He who sets out to search for Truth must leave these valleys of superstition forever, taking with him not one shred that has belonged to them.

Alone he must wander down into the Land of Absolute Negation and Denial; he must abide there; he must resist temptation; when the light breaks he must arise and follow it into the country of dry sunshine.

The mountains of stern reality will rise before him; he must climb them; beyond them lies Truth.' "'And he will hold her fast! he will hold her in his hands!' the hunter cried.
"Wisdom shook his head.
"'He will never see her, never hold her.