All Promise Outruns Performance.

Everything In The Universe Goes By Indirection. There Are No Straight Lines.

Everything In Creation Has Its Appointed Painter Or Poet And Remains In Bondage Like The Princess In The Fairy Tale 'til Its Appropriate Liberator Comes To Set It Free.

To Fill The Hour──that Is Happiness.

To Different Minds, The Same World Is A Hell, And A Heaven.

The World Is His Who Can See Through Its Pretension.