For I Am Divided For Love's Sake,

I Can Imagine Myself On My Death-bed, Spent Utterly With Lust To Touch The Next World, Like A Boy Asking For His First Kiss From A Woman.

The Average Man Cannot Believe That An Artist May Be As Serious And Highminded An Observer Of Life As The Professed Man Of Science.

The Quest Of The Holy Grail, The Search For The Stone Of The Philosophers - By Whatever Name We Choose To Call The Great Work - Is Therefore Endless. Success Only Opens Up New Avenues Of Brilliant Possibility. Yea, Verily, And Amen! The Task Is Tireless And Its Joys Without Bounds; For The Whole Universe, And All That In It Is, What Is It But The Infinite Playground Of The Crowned And Conquering Child, Of The Insatiable, The Innocent, The Ever-rejoicing Heir Of Space And Eternity, Whose Name Is Man?

It Is Only Necessary To Destroy In Oneself The Roots Of Those Motives Which Determine A Man's Course, In Order To Enjoy The Omnipotence And Immunity Of A God.

Every One Interprets Everything In Terms Of His Own Experience. If You Say Anything Which Does Not Touch A Precisely Similar Spot In Another Man's Brain, He Either Misunderstands You, Or Doesn't Understand You At All.