I Never Knew What Was Meant By

There Are Two Kinds Of Teachers: The Kind That Fill You With So Much Quail Shot That You Can't Move, And The Kind That Just Gives You A Little Prod Behind And You Jump To The Skies.

Meditate Nothing. Learn To Contemplate. Contemplate Glory. There Will Be A Light. Contemplate Truth Until It Burns Your Eyes Out.

Ends And Beginnings—there Are No Such Things. There Are Only Middles.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.