The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life! And yet can we cast out of our spirits all the good or evil poured into them by so many learned generations? Ignorance cannot be learned.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream between the mind’s disorder and the return to cool reflection it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.
Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.