Death Is But Changing Of Our Robes

When Thou Findest Thyself Scorning Another, Look Then At Thy Own Heart And Laugh At Thy Folly.

Life, The River Of The Spirit, Consenting To Anguish And Sorrow.

Be Conscious First Of Thyself Within, Then Think And Act. All Living Thought Is A World In Preparation; All Real Act Is A Thought Manifested. The Material World Exists Because An Idea Began To Play In Divine Self–consciousness.

To Play With Baubles Is Our Ambition, Not To Deal With Grave Questions In A Spirit Of Serious Energy. But While We Are Playing With Baubles, With Our Legislative Councils, Our Simultaneous Examinations, Our Ingenious Schemes For Separating The Judicial From The Executive Functions, - While We, I Say, Are Finessing About Trifles, The Waters Of The Great Deep Are Being Stirred And That Surging Chaos Of The Primitive Man Over Which Our Civilised Societies Are Superimposed On A Thin Crust Of Convention, Is Being Strangely And Ominously Agitated.

While Doing Work If The Mind Continues To Be Active Let It Be So, But There Must Be At The Same Time A Capacity For Silence.