The Need Of The Immaterial

Tobacco Is The Plant That Converts Thoughts Into Dreams.

One Can Resist The Invasion Of An Army But One Cannot Resist The Invasion Of Ideas.

The Learned Man Knows That He Is Ignorant.

You Preserve Your Shame But You Kill Your Glory.

Is There Not In Every Human Soul A Primitive Spark, A Divine Element, Incorruptible In This World And Immortal In The Next, Which Can Be Developed By Goodness, Kindled, Lit Up, And Made To Radiate, And Which Evil Can Never Entirely Extinguish.