If All These Devils Really Exist It

The Light Is There, And Colors Surround Us. However, If There Were No Light Nor Colors In Our Own Eye, We Wouldn't Perceive Such Things Outside Of Us.

We Are Our Own Devils; We Drive Ourselves Out Of Our Edens.

It Doesn't Behoove Elderly Persons To Follow Fashion In Their Thinking Nor In The Way They Dress.

We Who Didn't Inherit Political Power Nor Are Made To Acquire Riches Like Nothing Better Than That Which Expands And Solidifies The Power Of The Spirit.

Everything Perfect In Its Kind Has To Transcend Its Own Kind, It Must Become Something Different And Incomparable. In Some Notes The Nightingale Is Still A Bird; Then It Rises Above Its Class And Seems To Suggest To Every Winged Creature What Singing Is Truly Like.