Old Stories Often Turn Out To Be

Every Branch Of Human Knowledge, If Traced Up To Its Source And Final Principles, Vanishes Into Mystery.

Now, Everybody, I Suppose, Is Aware That In Recent Years The Silly Business Of Divination By Dreams Has Ceased To Be A Joke And Has Become A Very Serious Science.

In Every Grain Of Wheat There Lies Hidden The Soul Of A Star.

Old Stories Often Turn Out To Be True.

Here Then Is The Pattern In My Carpet, The Sense Of The Eternal Mysteries, The Eternal Beauty Hidden Beneath The Crust Of Common And Commonplace Things; Hidden And Yet Burning And Glowing Continually If You Care To Look With Purged Eyes.