Habit Is The Great Flywheel

Truth Is Something That Happens To An Idea.

Every Individual Existence Goes Out In A Lonely Spasm Of Helpless Agony.

The Strenuous Life Tastes Better

If It Works, It's True.

There Is No Being Capable Of A Spiritual Life Who Does Not Have Within Him A Jungle. Where The Wolf Constantly Howls And The Obscene Bird Of Night Chatters Endlessly.