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All Arguments Are Meaningless Until We Gain Personal Experience. One Must Win One's Own Place In The Spiritual World Painfully And Alone. There Is No Other Way Of Salvation. The Promised Land Always Lies On The Other Side Of A Wilderness.

The Aesthetic Pleasure Of Dance Is A Secondary Reflection Of The Primary, Vital Joy Of Courtship.

The Promised Land Always Lies On The Other Side Of A Wilderness.

The Omnipresent Process Of Sex, As It Is Woven Into The Whole Texture Of Our Man's Or Woman's Body, Is The Pattern Of All The Process Of Our Life.

Thinking In Its Lower Grades, Is Comparable To Paper Money, And In Its Higher Forms It Is A Kind Of Poetry.