Every Word Was Once A Poem.

The World Is All Gates, All Opportunities, Strings Of Tension Waiting To Be Struck.

There Is No Prosperity, Trade, Art, City, Or Great Material Wealth Of Any Kind, But If You Trace It Home, You Will Find It Rooted In A Thought Of Some Individual Man.

Let Us Answer A Book Of Ink With A Book Of Flesh And Blood.

One Idea Lights A Thousand Candles.

If You Know You Are Right, Stay The Course Even Though The Whole World Seems To Be Against You And Everyone You Know Questions Your Judgment. When You Prevail--and You Eventually Will If You Stick To The Job--they Will All Tell You That They Knew All Along You Could Do It.