The Old Field Of Space, Time, Matter,

There Seems To Be Hardly Any One Among My Acquaintance From Whom I Have Not Learned.

All Your Life An Unattainable Ecstasy Has Hovered Just Beyond The Grasp Of Your Consciousness. The Day Is Coming When You Will Wake To Find, Beyond All Hope, That You Have Attained It, Or Else, That It Was Within Your Reach And You Have Lost It Forever.

The Process Of Growing Up Is To Be Valued For What We Gain, Not For What We Lose.

Every Object You See Before You At This Moment -the Walls, Ceiling, And Furniture, The Book, Your Own Washed Hands And Cut Fingernails, Bears Witness To The Colonization Of Nature Of Reason.

Experience: That Most Brutal Of Teachers. But You Learn, My God Do You Learn.