Life Is A Verb, Not A Noun.

It Is Told That Buddha, Going Out To Look On Life, Was Greatly Daunted By Death. "they All Eat One Another!" He Cried, And Called It Evil. This Process I Examined, Changed The Verb And Said, "they All Feed One Another," And Called It Good.

To Be Surrounded By Beautiful Things Has Much Influence Upon The Human Creature; To Make Beautiful Things Has More.

The Home Is The Centre And Circumference, The Start And The Finish, Of Most Of Our Lives.

The Soaring, Imaginative Minds Of Men, Constructing Lofty, Shimmering Piles Of Abstract Thought, And Taking As Their Postulate A Revelation From God, Gaveus Relgions Which Coule Not Possible Maintained Without Belief And Obedience: ... We Find Them Most Permanent And Changeless Among People Who Make The Least Effort To Swquare Their Beliefs With The Laws Of Life.

(i Would Not Say It To A Living Soul, Of Course, But This Is Dead Paper And A Great Relief To My Mind