He Thought What A Fine Thing It

Order And Simplification Are The First Steps Toward The Mastery Of A Subject.

Solitude Produces Originality, Bold And Astonishing Beauty, Poetry. But Solitude Also Produces Perverseness, The Disproportianate, The Absurd And The Forbidden.

Animals Do Not Admire Each Other. A Horse Does Not Admire Its Companion.

Only Love, And Not Reason, Yields Kind Thoughts.

Often I Have Thought Of The Day When I Gazed For The First Time At The Sea. The Sea Is Vast, The Sea Is Wide, My Eyes Roved Far And Wide And Longed To Be Free. But There Was The Horizon. Why A Horizon, When I Wanted The Infinite From Life?