Nature Is Thought Immersed In Matter. .

Yet The Deepest Truths Are Best Read Between The Lines, And, For The Most Part, Refuse To Be Written.

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly.

Civilization Degrades The Many To Exalt The Few.