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In Good Writing, Words Become One With Things.

And What Avails It That Science Has Come To Treat Space And Time As Simply Forms Of Thought, And The Material World As Hypothetical, And Withal Our Pretension Of Property And Even Of Self-hood Are Fading With The Rest, If, At Last, Even Our Thoughts Are Not Finalities, But The Incessant Flowing And Ascension Reach These Also, And Each Thought Which Yesterday Was A Finality, To-day Is Yielding To A Larger Generalization?

Beauty Is The Moment Of Transition, As If The Form Were Just Ready To Flow Into Other Forms.

Traveling Is A Fool's Paradise.

How Much Finer Things Are In Composition Than Alone.