What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our

Excess Is The Common Substitute For Energy.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.

So Wary As To Disappear For Centuries And Reappear But Never Caught, The Unicorn Has Been Preserved By An Unmatched Device Wrought Like The Work Of Expert Blacksmiths.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.