Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke! >>
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be. >>
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay >>
The greatest homage we can pay truth is to use it. >>
Better suffer for the truth than proper in a falsehood. >>
What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer. >>
Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.