They Look For A Victim To Chivy,

Alas The Master; So He Sinks In Death. But Whoso Knows The Mystery Of Man Sees Life And Death As Curves Of The Same Plan

Anything Which Throws Light Upon The Universe, Anything Which Reveals Us To Ourselves, Should Be Welcome In This World Of Riddles.

I Slept With Faith And Found A Corpse In My Arms On Awakening; I Drank And Danced All Night With Doubt And Found Her A Virgin In The Morning.

I Admit That My Visions Can Never Mean To Other Men As Much As They Do To Me. I Do Not Regret This. All I Ask Is That My Results Should Convince Seekers After Truth That There Is Beyond Doubt Something Worth While Seeking, Attainable By Methods More Or Less Like Mine. I Do Not Want To Father A Flock, To Be The Fetish Of Fools And Fanatics, Or The Founder Of A Faith Whose Followers Are Content To Echo My Opinions. I Want Each Man To Cut His Own Way Through The Jungle.

Ever Man Is Eternally Alone. But When You Get Mixed Up With A Fairly Decent Crowd, You Forget That Appalling Fact For Long Enough To Give Your Brain Time To Recover From The Acute Symptoms Of Its Disease - That Of Thinking.