Even The Idiot May Have A Message

We Are All Part Of Creation, All Kings, All Poets, All Musicians; We Have Only To Open Up, Only To Discover What Is Already There.

Until We Lose Ourselves There Is No Hope Of Finding Ourselves.

I Like The One About The Little Soulworms That Fly Out Of The Nest For The Resurrection.

The World Is The Mirror Of Myself Dying.

To Be Silent The Whole Day Long, See No Newspaper, Hear No Radio, Listen To No Gossip, Be Thoroughly And Completely Lazy, Thoroughly And Completely Indifferent To The Fate Of The World Is The Finest Medicine A Man Can Give Himself.