And Then One Day When You're Playing

Loneliness Becomes A Lover, Solitude A Darling Sin.

You Can Get Far In North America With Laconic Grunts. "huh," "hun," And "hi!" In Their Various Modulations, Together With "sure," "guess So," "that So?" And "nuts!" Will Meet Almost Any Contingency.

All The Greatest Men Are Maniacs. They Are Possessed By A Mania Which Drives Them Forward Towards Thier Goal. The Great Scientists, The Philosophers, The Religious Leaders - All Maniacs. What Else But A Blind Singlenee Of Purpose Could Have Given Focus To Thier Genius, Would Have Kept Them In The Groove Of Purpose. Mania... Is As Priceless As Genius.

Love Of Life Is Born Of The Awareness Of Death, Of The Dread Of It.

If I Wait For The Genius To Come, It Just Doesn't Arrive.