Let Us Study Things That Are No

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

Let Us Leave To The Brain What Belongs To It, And Agree That The Work Of The Men Of Genius Is Of The Superhuman, The Offspring Of Man.

Nothing Is More Imminent Than The Impossible . . . What We Must Always Foresee Is The Unforeseen.

Genius Is Rare Because The Means Of Becoming One Have Not Been Available

Despots Play Their Part In The Works Of Thinkers. Fettered Words Are Terrible Words. The Writer Doubles And Trebles The Power Of His Writing When A Ruler Imposes Silence On The People. Something Emerges From That Enforced Silence, A Mysterious Fullness Which Filters Through And Becomes Steely In The Thought.