All nations have present, or past, or future reasons for thinking themselves incomparable.
There is a difference if we see something with a pencil in our hand or without one.
My soul is nothing now but the dream dreamt by matter struggling with itself!
If the Ego is hateful, Love your neighbor as yourself becomes a cruel irony.
Advertising has annihilated the power of the most powerful adjectives.
It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.