One Does Not Fall In Love; One

To "know Thyself" Must Mean To Know The Malignancy Of One's Own Instincts And To Know, As Well, One's Power To Deflect It.

The Voice Of The Intelligence Is Soft And Weak, Said Freud. It Is Drowned Out By The Roar Of Fear. It Is Ignored By The Voice Of Desire. It Is Contradicted By The Voice Of Shame. It Is Hissed Away By Hate, And Extinguished By Anger. Most Of All It Is Silenced By Ignorance.

Once Asked What Action He Would Recommend If A Person Were To Feel A Nervous Breakdown Coming On: Lock Up Your House, Go Across The Railroad Tracks, And Find Someone In Need And Do Something For Him.

One Does Not Fall In Love; One Grows Into Love, And Love Grows In Him.

It Is Hard For A Free Fish To Understand What Is Happening To A Hooked One.