Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is

...how Could I, Fool That I Am, Go On Sitting In My Office, Or Here At Home, Instead Of Leaping Onto A Train With My Eyes Shut And Opening Them Only When I Am With You?

It Doesn't Matter How New An Idea Is: What Matters Is How New It Becomes.

The Self- Explorer, Whether He Wants To Or Not, Becomes The Explorer Of Everything Else. He Learns To See Himself, But Suddenly, Provided He Was Honest, All The Rest Appears, And It Is As Rich As He Was, And, As A Final Crowning, Richer.

It Is Important What A Man Still Plans At The End. It Shows The Measure Of Injustice In His Death.

One Should Use Praise To Recognize What One Is Not.