Many Books Are Longer Than They Seem.

One Should, When Overwhelmed By The Shadow Of A Giant, Move Aside And See If The Colossal Shadow Isn't Merely That Of A Pygmy Blocking Out The Sun.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must Sow Seeds In Plenty For Us To Garner Even Modest Harvests.

Life Is The Beginning Of Death. Life Is For The Sake Of Death. Death Is At Once The End And The Beginning—at Once Separation And Closer Union Of The Self. Through Death The Reduction Is Complete.

How Do We See Physically? No Differently That We Do In Our Consciousness - By Means Of The Productive Power Of Imagination. Consciousness Is The Eye And Ear, The Sense For Inner And Outer Meaning.