Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread

Whenever We Encounter The Infinite In Man, However Imperfectly Understood, We Treat It With Respect. Whether In The Synagogue, The Mosque, The Pagoda, Or The Wigwam, There Is A Hideous Aspect Which We Execrate And A Sublime Aspect Which We Venerate. So Great A Subject For Spiritual Contemplation, Such Measureless Dreaming - The Echo Of God On The Human Wall!

Foppery Is The Egotism Of Clothes.

Those Who Live Are Those Who Fight.

Sacrificing The Earth For Paradise Is Giving Up The Substance For The Shadow.

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?