The Absence Of Vices Adds So Little

I Thought My Fire Was Out, And Stirred The Ashes…. I Burnt My Fingers.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt - Marvellous Error! - That It Was God I Had Here Inside My Heart.

Man's Passion For Truth Is Such That He Will Welcome The Bitterest Of All Postulates So Long As It Strikes Him As True.

Under All That We Think, Lives All We Believe, Like The Ultimate Veil Of Our Spirits

Caminante, No Hay Camino, Se Hace Camino Al Andar. (walk, There Is No Path, The Path Is Made By Walking.)