What Goes On Around You...

Intellect Is Void Of Affection And Sees An Object As It Stands In The Light Of Science, Cool And Disengaged. The Intellect Goes Out Of The Individual, Floats Over Its Own Personality, And Regards It As A Fact, And Not As I And Mine.

Therefore We Value The Poet. All The Argument And All The Wisdom Is Not In The Encyclopedia, Or The Treatise On Metaphysics, Or The Body Of Divinity, But In The Sonnet Or The Play.

Words Are Also Actions, And Actions Are A Kind Of Words.

We Cannot Forgive Another For Not Being Ourselves.

Yet Time And Space Are But Inverse Measures Of The Force Of The Soul. The Spirit Sports With Time.