Let All Your Thinks Be Thanks.

If It Form The One Landscape That We The Inconstant Ones Are Consistently Homesick For, This Is Chiefly Because It Dissolves In Water.

Say This City Has Ten Million Souls, Some Are Living In Mansions, Some Are Living In Holes: Yet There’s No Place For Us, My Dear, Yet There’s No Place For Us.

No Person Can Be A Great Leader Unless He Takes Genuine Joy In The Successes Of Those Under Him.

Cathedrals, Luxury Liners Laden With Souls, Holding To The East Their Hulls Of Stone.

The Center That I Cannot Find Is Known To My Unconscious Mind.