I Am Become A Transparent Eyeball.

For The Existing World Is Not A Dream, And Cannot With Impunity Be Treated As A Dream; Neither Is It A Disease; But It Is The Ground On Which You Stand, It Is The Mother Of Whom You Were Born.

In The Matter Of Religion, People Eagerly Fasten Their Eyes On The Difference Between Their Own Creed And Yours; Whilst The Charm Of The Study Is In Finding The Agreements And Identities In All The Religions Of Humanity.

Though We Travel The World Over To Find The Beautiful, We Must Carry It With Us Or We Find It Not.

The Believing We Do Something When We Do Nothing Is The First Illusion Of Tobacco.

All Loss, All Pain, Is Particular; The Universe Remains To The Heart Unhurt.