All Is A Riddle, And

The World Proceeds From The Same Spirit As The Body Of Man. It Is A Remoter And Inferior Incarnation Of God, A Projection Of God In The Unconscious.

What You Set Your Heart Upon, Surely Shall Be Yours.

The Fatal Trait Of The Times Is The Divorce Between Religion And Morality.

When A Dog Is Chasing After You, Whistle For Him.

Solitary Converse With Nature; For Thence Are Ejaculated Sweet And Dreadful Words Never Uttered In Libraries. Ah! The Spring Days, The Summer Dawns, And October Woods!