One Must Conform To The Baseness Of

Each Person Is A Graveyard Of His Thoughts. They Are Most Beautiful For Us In The Moment Of Their Birth; Later We Can Often Sense A Deep Pain That They Leave Us Indifferent Where Earlier They Enchanted Us.

Stupidity Is Active In Every Direction, And Can Dress Up In All The Clothes Of Truth. Truth, On The Other Hand, Has For Every Occasion Only One Dress And One Path, And Is Always At A Disadvantage.

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.

Clothes, When Abstracted From The Flow Of Present Time And Their Transmogrifying Function On The Human Body, And Seen As Forms In Themselves, Are Strange Tubes And Excrescences Worthy Of Being Classed With Such Facial Decorations As The Ring Through The Nose Or The Lip-stretching Disk. But How Enchanting They Become When Seen Togetherwith The Qualities They Bestow On Their Wearer! What Happens Then Is No Less Than The Infusion, Into Some Tangled Lines On A Piece Of Paper, Of The Meaning Of A Great Word.

... For The Modern Soul, For Which It Is Mere Child's Play To Bridge Oceans And Continents, There Is Nothing So Impossible As To Find The Contact With The Souls Dwelling Just Around The Corner.