We Wake From One Dream

All The Facts Of Nature Are Nouns Of The Intellect, And Make The Grammar Of The Eternal Language. Every Word Has A Double, Trebleor Centuple Use And Meaning.

For No Man Can Write Anything Who Does Not Think That What He Writes Is, For The Time, The History Of The World.

No Man Can Quite Emancipate Himself From His Age And Country, Or Produce A Model In Which The Education, The Religion, The Politics, Usages, And Arts, Of His Times Shall Have No Share.

Good Bye, Proud World! I'm Going Home; Thou Art Not My Friend, And I'm Not Thine

If We Shall Take The Good We Find, Asking No Questions, We Shall Have Heaping Measures.