Worlds Self Made Are So Full Of

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

Sometimes We Reveal Ourselves When We Are Least Like Ourselves.

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.

I Write Emotional Algebra.

There Are Very Few Human Beings Who Receive The Truth, Complete And Staggering, By Instant Illumination. Most Of Them Acquire It Fragment By Fragment, On A Small Scale, By Successive Developments, Cellularly, Like A Laborious Mosaic.