Christianity Is Platonism For The People.

Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.

The Body Is A Big Sagacity, A Plurality With One Sense, A War And A Peace, A Flock And A Shepherd.

It Is The Evening That Questions Thus From Within Me.

And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

Each Word Of Heraclitus Expresses The Pride And The Majesty Of Truth, But Of Truth Grasped In Intuitions Rather Than Attained By The Rope Ladder Of Logic.