I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence

In Case I Conk Out, This Is Provisionally What I Have To Do: I Must Clarify Obscurities; I Must Make Clearer Definite Ideas Or Dissociations. I Must Find A Verbal Formula To Combat The Rise Of Brutality--the Principle Of Order Versus The Split Atom.

I Desired My Dust To Be Mingled With Yours Forever And Forever And Forever.

If The Individual, Or Heretic, Gets Hold Of Some Essential Truth, Or Sees Some Error In The System Being Practiced, He Commits So Many Marginal Errors Himself That He Is Worn Out Before He Can Establish His Point.

Nothing Written For Pay Is Worth Printing. Only What Has Been Written Against The Market.

The Temple Is Holy Because It Is Not For Sale.