I Believe Nothing Of My Own That

My Liveliest Interest Is Not So Much In Things, As In Relations Of Things. I Have Spent Much Time Thinking About The Alleged Pseudo-relations That Are Called Coincidences. What If Some Of Them Should Not Be Coincidences?

All Would Be Well. All Would Be Heavenly--if The Damned Would Only Stay Damned.

Against All The Opposition In The World, I Make This Statement - That Once I Knew A Magician. I Was A Witness Of A Performance That May Some Day Be Considered Understandable, But That, In These Primitive Times, So Transcends What Is Said To Be The Known That It Is What I Mean By Magic.

The Earth Is A Farm. We Are Someone Else's Property.

When We Come Upon Assurances That A Mystery Has Been Solved, We Go On Investigating.