The Universe Does Not Jest With Us,

Yet Time And Space Are But Inverse Measures Of The Force Of The Soul. The Spirit Sports With Time.

Tragedy Is In The Eye Of The Observer, And Not In The Heart Of The Sufferer.

The Virtue In Most Request Is Conformity.

In The Great Books Of India, An Empire Spoke To Us, Nothing Small Or Unworthy, But Large, Serene, Consistent, The Voice Of An Old Intelligence, Which In Another Age And Climate Had Pondered And Thus Disposed Of The Questions That Exercise Us.

Society Everywhere Is In Conspiracy Against The Manhood Of Every One Of Its Members. The Virtue In Most Request Is Conformity. Self-reliance Is Its Aversion. It Loves Not Realities And Creators, But Names And Customs.