Hardly Anyone Still Reads Nowadays. People Make

For Only Fools, Fanatics, And Mental Cases Can Stand Living At The Highest Pitch Of Soul; A Sane Person Must Be Content With Declaring That Life Would Not Be Worth Living Without A Spark Of That Mysterious Fire.

One Must Conform To The Baseness Of An Age Or Become Neurotic.

Time, Which Runs Through The World Like An Endless Tinsel Thread, Seemed To Pass Through The Centre Of This Room And Through The Centre Of These People And Suddenly To Pause And Petrify, Stiff, Still And Glittering... And The Objects In The Room Drew A Little Closer Together.

It Is, All In All, A Historic Error To Believe That The Master Makes The School; The Students Make It!

It Is Reality That Awakens Possibilities, And Nothing Would Be More Perverse Than To Deny It.