Oh, How Superior Is The Eye Of

Every Intentional Act Is A Magical Act.

As Soon As You Put Men Together, They Somehow Sink, Corporatively, Below The Level Of The Worst Of The Individuals Composing It. Collect Scholars On A Club Committee, Or Men Of Science On A Jury; All Their Virtues Vanish, And Their Vices Pop Out, Reinforced By The Self-confidence Which The Power Of Numbers Is Bound To Bestow.

Dreams Are Imperfections Of Sleep; Even So Is Consciousness The Imperfection Of Waking. Dreams Are Impurities In The Circulation Of The Blood; Even So It's Consciousness A Disorder Of Life. Dreams Are Without Proportion, Without Good Sense, Without Truth; So Also Is Consciousness. Awake From Dream, The Truth Is Known: Awake From Waking. The Truth Is: The Unknown

The Customer Is Usually Wrong, But Statistics Indicate That It Doesn't Pay To Tell Him So

Man Has The Right . . . To Play As He Will . . . To Think What He Will: To Speak What He Will: To Write What He Will: To Draw, Paint, Carve, Etch, Mould, Build As He Will: To Dress As He Will.