Every Time You Wink The Stars Move.

We First Share The Life By Which Things Exist, And Afterwards See Them As Appearances In Nature, And Forget That We Have Shared Their Cause.

A Friend Is A Person With Whom I May Be Sincere. Before Him I May Think Aloud. I Am Arrived At Last In The Presence Of A Man So Real And Equal, That I May Drop Even Those Undermost Garments Of Dissimulation, Courtesy, And Second Thought, Which Men Never Put Off, And May Deal With Him With The Simplicity And Wholeness With Which One Chemical Atom Meets Another.

The Disease With Which The Human Mind Now Labors Is Want Of Faith

Every Materialist Will Be An Idealist; But An Idealist Can Never Go Backward To Be A Materialist.

It Is The Eye Which Makes The Horizon.