I consider my selfbeing ... that taste of myself, of I and me above and in all things, which is more distinctive than the taste of ale or alum, more distinctive than the smell of walnutleaf or camphor, and is incommunicable by any means to another man.

Searching nature I taste self but at one tankard, that of my own being.

For human nature, being more highly pitched, selved, and distinctive than anything in the world, can have been developed, evolved, condensed, from the vastness…

I find myself both as man and as myself something more determined and distinctive, at pitch, more distinctive and higher pitched than anything else I see.

I am nature.

I had discovered that a person does not have to be this or be that or be anything, not even oneself. One is free. [citation needed]

I saw my Lord with the eye of the heart. I asked: Who art Thou? He answered: Thou.