Preserve, Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible

No, One Couldn't Make A Revolution, One Couldn't Even Start A Riot, With Sheep That Asked Only For Better Browsing.

What Was Time Itself But The Bloom, The Sheath Enfolding Experience? Within Time, And With Time Alone, There Was Life - The Gleam, The Quiver, The Heartbeat, The Immeasurable Joy And Anguish Of Being.

I Have Little Faith In The Theory That Organized Killing Is The Best Prelude To Peace.

Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The Nerves, Not Of The Heart.

... The Ordinary Is Simply The Universal Observed From The Surface, That The Direct Approach To Reality Is Not Without, But Within. Touch Life Anywhereand You Will Touch Universality Wherever You Touch The Earth.