Everything At A Distance Turns Into Poetry;

You Are Alone With Everything You Love.

Darwin Remarks That We Are Less Dazzled By The Light At Waking, If We Have Been Dreaming Of Visible Objects. Happy Are Those Who Have Here Dreamt Of A Higher Vision! They Will The Sooner Be Able To Endure The Glories Of The World To Come.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must Sow Seeds In Plenty For Us To Garner Even Modest Harvests.

There Is But One Temple In The Universe, And That Is The Body Of Man.