Of All The Idiots I Have Met

The Best Of My Nature Reveals Itself In Play, And Play Is Sacred.

Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed To Be.

We Must Leave Our Mark On Life While We Have It In Our Power.

Nobody Has Seen The Trekking Birds Take Their Way Towards Such Warmer Spheres As Do Not Exist, Or Rivers Break Their Course Through Rocks And Plains To Run Into An Ocean Which Is Not To Be Found. For God Does Not Create A Longing Or A Hope Without Having A Fulfilling Reality Ready For Them. But Our Longing Is Our Pledge, And Blessed Are The Homesick, For They Shall Come Home.

All Sorrows Can Be Borne If You Can Put Them Into A Story.