In every man there is something wherein I may learn of him, and in that I am his pupil.

All things are flowing, even those that seem immovable. The adamant is always passing into smoke. The plants imbibe the materialswhich they want from the air and the ground. They burn, that is, exhale and decompose their own bodies into the air and earth again. The animal burns, or undergoes the like perpetual consumption. The earth burns, the mountains burn and decompose, slower, but incessantly.

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside.

Knowledge is the knowing that we cannot know.

The two terrors that discourage creativity and creative living are fear of public opinion and undue reverence for one's own consistency.

Every man is grave alone.

Whence, then, this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul.