We Can Only Obey Our Own Polarity.

You Cannot Kindle A Fire In Any Other Heart Until It Is Burning In Your Own.

There Is Something Servile In The Habit Of Seeking After A Law Which We Must Obey.

As Every Man Is Hunted By His Own Daemon, Vexed By His Own Disease, This Checks All His Activity.

Do Your Thing, And I Shall Know You.

Look Out Into The July Night, And See The Broad Belt Of Silver Flame Which Flashes Up The Half Of Heaven, Fresh And Delicate As The Bonfires Of The Meadow-flies. Yet The Powers Of Numbers Cannot Compute Its Enormous Age,—lasting As Space And Time,—embosomed In Time And Space.