A Slave Is One Who Waits For

I Desired My Dust To Be Mingled With Yours Forever And Forever And Forever.

If The Individual, Or Heretic, Gets Hold Of Some Essential Truth, Or Sees Some Error In The System Being Practiced, He Commits So Many Marginal Errors Himself That He Is Worn Out Before He Can Establish His Point.

I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence Captured Me.

The Intellect Is A Very Nice Whirligig Toy, But How People Take It Seriously Is More Than I Can Understand.

What Thou Lov'st Well Is Thy True Heritage.