False Is The Body, False Are The

Blessed, Blessed Is That Body Horse Which Meditates On The Lord God.

The World Is A Drama, Staged In A Dream

He ,who Is Appointed To ,cohabit With The Widow Shall ,approach Her At Night Anointed With Clarified Butter And Silent, ,and Beget One Son, By No Means A Second.

Burn Worldly Love, Rub The Ashes And Make Ink Of It, Make The Heart The Pen, The Intellect The Writer, Write That Which Has No End Or Limit.

The Highest Religion Is To Rise To Universal Brother Hood; Aye To Consider All Creatures Your Equals.