Whatever It Is, It's Better In The

Nor Count Compartments Of The Floors, But Mount To Paradise By The Stairway Of Surprise.

The Man For Whom The Law Exists - The Man Of Forms, The Conservative - Is A Tame Man.

We, As We Read, Must Become Greeks, Romans, Turks, Priest And King, Martyr And Executioner; Must Fasten These Images To Some Reality In Our Secret Experience, Or We Shall Learn Nothing Rightly.

Every Mind Must Make Its Choice Between Truth And Repose. It Cannot Have Both.

The Human Heart Concerns Us More Than The Poring Into Microscopes, And Is Larger Than Can Be Measured By The Pompous Figures Of The Astronomer.