The True Poet Is All-knowing; He Is

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.

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

Prayer Is To Religion What Thinking Is To Philosophy. To Pray Is To Make Religion.

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

Nothing Is More Indispensable To True Religiosity Than A Mediator That Links Us With Divinity.