We Must Remain As Close To The

Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At All Tragedies

Instinct. When The House Burns One Forgets Even Lunch. Yes, But One Eats It Later In The Ashes.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

The Value Of Many Men And Books Rests Solely On Their Faculty For Compelling All To Seek Out The Most Hidden And Intimate Things.

The Doer Is Merely A Fiction Added To The Deed ? The Deed Is Everything.