The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
You've seen the world, and all you've seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You've sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you've treasured up at home are nothing.