A Symbol From The First, Of Mastery,

You're Not Free Until You've Been Made Captive By Supreme Belief.

One Must Be As Clear As One's Natural Reticence Allows One To Be.

The Ocean, Under The Pulsation Of Lighthouses And Noise Of Bell Buoys, Advances As Usual, Looking As If It Were Not That Ocean In Which Dropped Things Are Bound To Sink-- In Which If They Turn And Twist, It Is Neither With Volition Nor Consciousness.

One Detects Creative Power By Its Capacity To Conquer One's Detachment.

What Is There In Being Able To Say That One Has Dominated The Stream In An Attitude Of Self-defense; In Proving That One Has Had The Experience Of Carrying A Stick?