But Inner Experience Is Only One Source

I Have Never Considered Myself A Poet. Therefore, I Am Not A Rival Of Anyone, And I Do Not Consider Anybody My Rival.

Since Love First Made The Breast An Instrument Of Fierce Lamenting, By Its Flame My Heart Was Molten To A Mirror, Like A Rose I Pluck My Breast Apart, That I May Hang This Mirror In Your Sight.

It Is The Lot Of Man To Share In The Deeper Aspirations Of The Universe Around Him And To Share His Own Destiny As Well As That Of The Universe, Now By Adjusting Himself To Its Forces, Now By Putting The Whole Of His Energy To His Own Ends And Purposes.

Conduct, Which Involves A Decision Of The Ultimate Fate Of The Agent Cannot Be Based On Illusions.

Everything That Possesses Life Dies If It Has To Live In Uncongenial Surroundings.