One Must Shy Away From Questionable Undertakings,

We Experience Ourselves Our Thoughts And Feelings As Something Separate From The Rest. A Kind Of Optical Delusion Of Consciousness. This Delusion Is A Kind Of Prison For Us, Restricting Us To Our Personal Desires And To Affection For A Few Persons Nearest To Us.

I Want To Gods Thoughts, The Rest Are Details.

Hail To The Man Who Went Through Life Always Helping Others, Knowing No Fear, And To Whom Aggressiveness And Resentment Are Alien. Such Is The Stuff Of Which The Great Moral Leaders Are Made.

We Must Learn To See The World Anew.

Assumptions Are Made And Most Assumptions Are Wrong.