To Teach One's Self Is To Be

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.

To A Thrifty Theologian, Bent On Redemption With Economy, There Are Few Points Of Ethics Too Fine-spun For Splitting.

I Liked Human Beings, But I Did Not Love Human Nature.

Preserve, Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reverie.

Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The Nerves, Not Of The Heart.