No One Is Ever Ordinary.

Oh, Love. Love Is Best Of All. There Is No Such Total Element, Not Even Pain. Who Has Ever Loved, Knows This. I Need Not Say More.

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.

Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am Me.

Men Are Not The Causers Of History. History Itself, By A Pressure Of Events, Causes Men To Resort To Particular Actions.

The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living Flesh Hampers It.