We Are Born Believing. A

For The Existing World Is Not A Dream, And Cannot With Impunity Be Treated As A Dream; Neither Is It A Disease; But It Is The Ground On Which You Stand, It Is The Mother Of Whom You Were Born.

Look Out Into The July Night, And See The Broad Belt Of Silver Flame Which Flashes Up The Half Of Heaven, Fresh And Delicate As The Bonfires Of The Meadow-flies. Yet The Powers Of Numbers Cannot Compute Its Enormous Age,—lasting As Space And Time,—embosomed In Time And Space.

A Gothic Cathedral Affirms That It Was Done By Us And Not Done By Us.

Our First Mistake Is The Belief That The Circumstance Gives The Joy Which We Give To The Circumstance.

I Hate Quotations. Tell Me What You Know.