The Soul Lets No Man

Colleges Hate Geniuses, Just As Convents Hate Saints.

The World Is A Divine Dream, From Which We May Presently Awake To The Glories And Certainties Of Day.

Man's Life Is A Progress, Not A Station.

We Swim, Day By Day, On A River Of Delusions, And Are Effectually Amused With Houses And Towns In The Air, Of Which The Men Aboutus Are Dupes. But Life Is A Sincerity.

Do What You Know And Perception Is Converted Into Character.