Once I Blazed Across The Sky, Leaving

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.

I Consider Him Of No Account Who Esteems Himself Just As The Popular Breath May Chance To Raise Him.

Does Not Man Lack The Force At The Very Point Where He Needs It Most? And When He Soars Upward In Joy, Or Sinks Down In Suffering, Is Not Checked In Both, Is He Not Returned Again To The Dull, Cold Sphere Of Awareness, Just When He Was Longing To Lose Himself In The Fullness Of The Infinite.

We Do Not Have To Visit A Madhouse To Find Disordered Minds; Our Planet Is The Mental Institution Of The Universe.

It Is Commonly The Personal Character Of A Writer Which Gives Him His Public Significance. It Is Not Imparted By His Genius. Napoleon Said Of Corneille, "were He Living I Would Make Him A King;" But He Did Not Read Him. He Read Racine, Yet He Said Nothing Of The Kind Of Racine.