It Is Absolutely Certain That

But The Universe, As A Collection Of Finite Things, Presents Itself As A Kind Of Island Situated In A Pure Vacuity To Which Time, Regarded As A Series Of Mutually Exclusive Moments, Is Nothing And Does Nothing.

But The Perception Of Life As An Organic Unity Is A Slow Achievement, And Depends For Its Growth On A People's Entry Into The Main Current Of World-events.

Become Dust - And They Will Throw Thee In The Air; Become Stone - And They Will Throw Thee On Glass.

Everything That Possesses Life Dies If It Has To Live In Uncongenial Surroundings.

The Standpoint Of The Man Who Relies On Religious Experience For Capturing Reality Must Always Remain Individual And Incommunicable.