Our Thinking Is A Pious Reception.

Standing On The Bare Ground,--my Head Bathed By The Blithe Air And Uplifted Into Infinite Space,--all Mean Egotism Vanishes. I Become A Transparent Eyeball; I Am Nothing; I See All; The Currents Of The Universal Being Circulate Through Me; I Am Part Or Parcel Of God.

We Seldom See Anybody Who Is Not Uneasy Or Afraid To Live.

Take Egotism Out And You Would Castrate The Benefactors.

There Is Then Creative Reading As Well As Creative Writing. When The Mind Is Braced By Labor And Invention, The Page Of Whatever Book We Read Becomes Luminous With Manifold Allusion. Every Sentence Is Doubly Significant, And The Sense Of Our Author Is As Broad As The World.

Let Him Go Where He Will, He Can Only Find So Much Beauty Or Worth As He Carries.