My Soul Hates The Fool

A Soul Is But The Last Bubble Of A Long Fermentation In The World.

The Highest Form Of Vanity Is Love Of Fame.

I Like To Walk About Among The Beautiful Things That Adorn The World; But Private Wealth I Should Decline, Or Any Sort Of Personal Possessions, Because They Would Take Away My Liberty.

The Body Is An Instrument, The Mind Its Function, The Witness And Reward Of Its Operation.

Society Itself Is An Accident To The Spirit, And If Society In Any Of Its Forms Is To Be Justified Morally It Must Be Justified At The Bar Of The Individual Conscience.