God Is, As It Were, The Sewer

The Nature Of Finite Things Is To Have The Seed Of Their Passing-away As Their Essential Being: The Hour Of Their Birth Is The Hour Of Their Death.

It Strikes Everyone In Beginning To Form An Acquaintance With The Treasures Of Indian Literature That A Land So Rich In Intellectual Products And Those Of The Profoundest Order Of Thought.

Destiny Is Consciousness Of Oneself, But Consciousness Of Oneself As An Enemy.

Life Has Value Only When It Has Something Valuable As Its Object.

The Life Of God - The Life Which The Mind Apprehends And Enjoys As It Rises To The Absolute Unity Of All Things - May Be Described As A Play Of Love With Itself; But This Idea Sinks To An Edifying Truism, Or Even To A Platitude, When It Does Not Embrace In It The Earnestness, The Pain, The Patience, And Labor, Involved In The Negative Aspect Of Things.