One real world is enough.
To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.
Art is a delayed echo.
Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.
Prayer, among sane people, has never superseded practical efforts to secure the desired end.
I like to walk about among the beautiful things that adorn the world; but private wealth I should decline, or any sort of personal possessions, because they would take away my liberty.