A Man Is A God In Ruins.

There Is A Kind Of Latent Omniscience, Not Only In Every Man, But In Every Particle.

Every Wall Is A Door.

We Owe To Man Higher Succors Than Food And Fire. We Owe To Man, Man.

What Can We See, Read, Acquire, But Ourselves. Take The Book, My Friend, And Read Your Eyes Out, You Will Never Find There What I Find.

Because The Soul Is Progressive, It Never Quite Repeats Itself, But In Every Act Attempts The Production Of A New And Fairer Whole.