Nothing That God Ever Made Is The

No Man May Make Another Free.

She Had An Inside And An Outside Now And Suddenly She Knew How Not To Mix Them.

If Writers Were Too Wise, Perhaps No Books Would Get Written At All. It Might Be Better To Ask Yourself 'why?”'afterwards Than Before There Is No Agony Like Bearing An Untold Story Inside You.

I Have The Nerve To Walk My Own Way, However Hard, In My Search For Reality, Rather Than Climb Upon The Rattling Wagon Of Wishful Illusions.

Gods Always Love The People Who Make 'em.