A Single Ego Is An Absurdly Narrow

To Me A Book Is A Message From The Gods To Mankind; Or, If Not, Should Never Be Published At All. A Message From The Gods Should Be Delivered At Once. It Is Damnably Blasphemous To Talk About The Autumn Season And So On. How Dare The Author Or Publisher Demand A Price For Doing His Duty, The Highest And Most Honorable To Which A Man Can Be Called?

The 'lords Of The Earth' Are Those Who Are Doing Their Will. It Does Not Necessarily Mean People With Coronets And Automobiles; There Are Plenty Of Such People Who Are The Most Sorrowful Slaves In The World. The Sole Test Of One's Lordship Is To Know What One's True Will Is, And To Do It.

The Priestess Of Artemis Took Hold Of Her Almost With The Violence Of A Lover, And Whisked Her Away Into A Languid Ecstasy Of Reverie. She Communicated Her Own Enthusiasm To The Girl, And Kept Her Mind Occupied With Dreams, Faery-fervid, Of Uncharted Seas Of Glory On Which Her Galleon Might Sail, Undiscovered Countries Of Spice And Sweetness, Eldorado And Utopia And The City Of God.

The Ordinary Man Looking At A Mountain Is Like An Illiterate Person Confronted With A Greek Manuscript.

Repeal All Laws Which Assume That Mankind Is A Herd Of Cattle