If The Object Of Poetry Is, To

Inductive Reason, Which Alone Makes Man Master Of His Environment, Is An Achievement And When Once Born It Must Be Reinforced By Inhibiting The Growth Of Other Modes Of Knowledge.

The Intellect Of Two Thousand Asses Cannot Bring Forth A Single Man's Thought.

The Soul Is Neither Inside Nor Outside The Body; Neither Proximate To Nor Separate From It.

The Possessor Of A Sound Heart Puts To Test His Power By Entering Into Big Adventures.

Be Not Entangled In This World Of Days And Nights; Thou Hast Another Time And Space As Well.