Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life. I Have Never Been Able To Penetrate Without A Shudder Those Ivory Or Horned Gates Which Separate Us From The Invisible World.

The Tree Of Knowledge Is Not The Tree Of Life! And Yet Can We Cast Out Of Our Spirits All The Good Or Evil Poured Into Them By So Many Learned Generations? Ignorance Cannot Be Learned.

I Have Never Felt Any Rest In Sleep. For A Few Seconds I Am Numbed, Then A New Life Begins, Freed From The Conditions Of Time And Space, And Doubtless Similar To That State Which Awaits Us After Death. Who Knows If There Is Not Some Link Between Those Two Existences And If It Is Not Possible For The Soul To Unite Them Now?

The Enthusiasm Of Old Men Is Singularly Like That Of Infancy.

Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In Nature.