Everything At A Distance Turns Into Poetry;

Imagination Places The Future World For Us Either Above Or Below Or In Reincarnation. We Dream Of Travels Throughout The Universe: Is Not The Universe Within Us? We Do Not Know The Depths Of Our Spirit. The Mysterious Path Leads Within. In Us, Or Nowhere, Lies Eternity With Its Worlds, The Past And The Future.

The Highest Purpose Of Intellectual Cultivation Is To Give A Man A Perfect Knowledge And Mastery Of His Own Inner Self.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

Every Beloved Object Is The Center Point Of A Paradise.

Where Are We Really Going? Always Home.