We Wake Sleeping, And Sleep Waking. I

Love To His Soul Gave Eyes; He Knew Things Are Not As They Seem. The Dream Is His Real Life; The World Around Him Is The Dream.

Words Repeated Again Have As Another Sound, So Another Sense.

A Hair Shirt Does Not Always Render Those Chaste Who Wear It.

I Enter Into Discussion And Argument With Great Freedom And Ease, Inasmuch As Opinion Finds Me In A Bad Soil To Penetrate And Take Deep Root In. No Propositions Astonish Me, No Belief Offends Me, Whatever Contrast It Offers To My Own. There Is No Fancy So Frivolous And So Extravagant That It Does Not Seem To Me Quite Suitable To The Production Of The Human Mind.

We Are All Of Us Richer Than We Think We Are.