Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In

Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

The First Moments Of Sleep Are An Image Of Death; A Hazy Torpor Grips Our Thoughts And It Becomes Impossible For Us To Determine The Exact Instant When The I, Under Another Form, Continues The Task Of Existence.

Why Should A Lobster Be Any More Ridiculous Than A Dog? ... Or A Cat, Or A Gazelle, Or A Lion, Or Any Other Animal One Chooses To Take For A Walk? I Have A Liking For Lobsters. They Are Peaceful, Serious Creatures. ... Goethe Had An Aversion To Dogs, And He Wasn't Mad. They Know The Secrets Of The Sea, They Don't Bark.

The Tree Of Knowledge Is Not The Tree Of Life! And Yet Can We Cast Out Of Our Spirits All The Good Or Evil Poured Into Them By So Many Learned Generations? Ignorance Cannot Be Learned.

Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In Nature.