The Only Substance Properly So Called Is

The Best Path Through Life Is The Highway.

It Is Work Which Gives Flavor To Life.

Everything Which Is, Is Thought, But Not Conscious And Individual Thought. The Human Intelligence Is But The Consciousness Of Being. It Is What I Have Formulated Before: Everything Is A Symbol Of A Symbol, And A Symbol Of What? Of Mind.

In Every Loving Woman There Is A Priestess Of The Past - A Pious Guardian Of Some Affection, Of Which The Object Has Disappeared.

The Fire Which Enlightens Is The Same Fire Which Consumes.