It Is The Last Lesson Of Modern

Two Touch The String, The Harp Is Dumb.

The Consciousness In Each Man Is A Sliding Scale, Which Identifies Him Now With The First Cause, And Now With The Flesh Of His Body; Life Above Life, In Infinite Degrees.

I Am The Owner Of The Sphere, Of The Seven Stars And The Solar Year, Of Caesar's Hand, And Plato's Brain, Of Lord Christ's Heart, And Shakespeare's Strain.

Give Me Truths For I Am Weary Of The Surfaces.

Wisdom Has Its Root In Goodness, Not Goodness Its Root In Wisdom.