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When There Is No Vision, People Perish.

What We Commonly Call Man, The Eating, Drinking, Planting, Counting Man, Does Not, As We Know Him, Represent Himself, But Misrepresents Himself. Him We Do Not Respect, But The Soul, Whose Organ He Is, Would He Let It Appear Through His Action, Would Make Our Knees Bend.

If The East Loves Infinity, The West Delights In Boundaries.

When The Eyes Say One Thing, And The Tongue Another, A Practiced Man Relies On The Language Of The First.

Men Wish To Be Saved From The Mischiefs Of Their Vices, But Not From Their Vices.