Man Does Not Live By Destruction.

I Consider Writing As A Fine Art. We Kill It By Imposing The Alphabet On Little Children And Making It The Beginning Of Learning.

There Can Be No Friendship Between Cowards, Or Cowards And Brave Men.

Indeed One's Faith In One's Plans And Methods Is Truly Tested When The Horizon Before One Is The Blackest.

The Spinning Wheel Is Itself An Exquisite Piece Of Machinery. My Head Daily Bows In Reverence To Its Unknown Inventor.

How Can I Make Difference So That I May Bring Peace To This World That I Love And Cherish So Much? A Name Flickers Instantly In My Mind.