Our Expenses Are All For Conformity.

The Ship Of Heaven Guides Itself And Will Not Accept A Wooden Rudder.

Logic Is The Procession Or Proportionate Unfolding Of The Intuition; But Its Virtue Is As Silent Method; The Moment It Would Appear As Propositions, And Have A Separate Value, It Is Worthless.

We Will Walk On Our Own Feet; We Will Work With Our Own Hands; We Will Speak Our Own Minds... A Nation Of Men Will For The First Time Exist, Because Each Believes Himself Inspired By The Divine Soul Which Also Inspires All Men.

The Soul Circumscribes All Things.

A New Degree Of Intellectual Power Seems Cheap At Any Price.