“In a world where there were no specifically mental facts, is it not plain that there would be a complete impartiality, an evenly diffused light, not the central illumination fading away into outer darkness, which is characteristic of objects in relation to a mind?”

“What light is to the outer physical world intellect is to the inner world of consciousness. For intellect is related to the will, and thus also to the organism which is nothing other than will regarded objectively, in the approximate same way as light is to a combustible body and the oxygen in combination with which it ignites.”

“And when we describe it as I shall do, it becomes plain that imagination is a specifically human gift. To imagine is the characteristic act, not of the poet's mind, or the painter's, or the scientist's, but of the mind of man.”

“Jewels of the World Memory Where everything gains, Where everything is lost, Where light sleeps and Darkness reins. Memory A footstep washed away, An impression saved. Where time knows no boundaries and washes away. Memory A foreign thought A forged lie, A deformed way that Can’t be bought. Memory A slipped flash, Gone forever from mentality, Encased in darkness and is Nothing but a dash- Memory Compressed to specifics, Denied of choice, Of grace, Left to the efficient. Memory An expectation of retrospect, Penetrating mentality And asking only for respect. Memory Like the evening pond, Encasement of treasures to be held with care, Before they are gone. Memory Something to be kept, Never to be borrowed Or stolen,Or even to be met”

“Out of this same light, out of the central mind,We make a dwelling in the evening air,In which being there together is enough.”

“To the illuminated mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.”