Creative Minds Are Uneven, And The Best

The Sea Can Bind Us To Her Many Moods, Whispering To Us By The Subtle Token Of A Shadow Or A Gleam Upon The Waves, And Hinting In These Ways Of Her Mournfulness Or Rejoicing. Always She Is Remembering Old Things, And These Memories, Though We May Not Grasp Them, Are Imparted To Us, So That We Share Her Gaiety Or Remorse.

The World Is Indeed Comic, But The Joke Is On Mankind.

Memories And Possibilities Are Even More Hideous Than Realities.

The Process Of Delving Into The Black Abyss Is To Me The Keenest Form Of Fascination.

The Greatest Human Achievements Have Never Been For Profit.