Properly Speaking, All True Work Is Religion.

True Friends, Like Ivy And The Wall Both Stand Together, And Together Fall.

The Wise Man Is But A Clever Infant, Spelling Letters From A Hieroglyphical Prophetic Book, The Lexicon Of Which Lies In Eternity.

The Spiritual Is The Parent Of The Practical.

The Eye Of The Intellect "sees In All Objects What It Brought With It The Means Of Seeing."

Science Has Done Much For Us; But It Is A Poor Science That Would Hide From Us The Great Deep Sacred Infinitude Of Nescience, On Which All Science Swims As A Mere Superficial Film.