Excess Is The Common Substitute For Energy.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.

All Are / Naked, None Is Safe.

We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.