The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is

Doing Philosophy Is Only A Threefold Or Double Kind Of Waking--being Awake--consciousness.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

The Seat Of The Soul Is Where The Inner World And The Outer World Meet. Where They Overlap, It Is In Every Point Of The Overlap.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

Where Children Are, There Is The Golden Age.