One Idea Lights A Thousand

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me.

The Wonder Is Always New That Any Sane Man Can Be A Sailor.

The World Is All Outside, It Has No Inside.

Truly Speaking, It Is Not Instruction, But Provocation, That I Can Receive From Another Soul. What He Announces, I Must Find True In Me, Or Reject; And On His Word, Or As His Second, Be He Who He May, I Can Accept Nothing.

Astrology Is Astronomy Brought Down To Earth And Applied Toward The Affairs Of Men.