The Thought Of A Limit To Perceptual

Divine Life Is In Touch With The Whole Universe On The Analogy Of The Soul's Contact With The Body.

When The Thinking Of A People Becomes Corrupt, The Pure Silver Becomes Impure In Its Hands.

It Is True That We Are Made Of Dust. And The World Is Also Made Of Dust. But The Dust Has Motes Rising.

The Spirit Of Philosophy Is One Of Free Inquiry. It Suspects All Authority. Its Function Is To Trace The Uncritical Assumptions Of Human Thought To Their Hiding Places, And In This Pursuit It May Finally End In Denial Or A Frank Admission Of The Incapacity Of Pure Reason To Reach The Ultimate Reality.

I Have Never Considered Myself A Poet. Therefore, I Am Not A Rival Of Anyone, And I Do Not Consider Anybody My Rival.