I Have Conversed With The Spiritual Sun.

Reason, Or The Ratio Of All We Have Already Known, Is Not The Same That It Shall Be When We Know More.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

Never Seek To Tell Thy Love; Love That Never Told Can Be. For The Gentle Wind Does Move Silently.. Invisibly.

I Am Under The Direction Of Messengers From Heaven Daily And Nightly.

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.