In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.

It Is Our Expression That The Flux Between That Which Isn't And That Which Won't Be, Or The State That Is Commonly And Absurdly Called "existence," Is A Rhythm Of Heavens And Hells: That The Damned Won't Stay Damed; That Salvation Only Precedes Perdition.

It Is Not Possible To Define. Nothing Has Ever Been Finally Found Out. Because There Is Nothing Final To Find Out.

The Ideal State Is Meekness, Or Humility, Or The Semi-invalid State Of The Old. Year After Year I Am Becoming Nobler And Nobler. If I Can Live To Be Decrepit Enough, I Shall Be A Saint.

I Have Taken The Stand That Nobody Can Be Always Wrong, But It Does Seem To Me That I Have Approximated So Highly That I Am Nothing Short Of A Negative Genius.

Do You Want Power Over Something? Be More Nearly Real Than It.