There are no higher levels of consciousness, there are only different ways of perceiving things.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

Enjoy the rainbow while it lasts and don't chase it when it's gone.

Happiness: the feeling of being alive.

Nothing succeeds like indifference to success.

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.