Only A Fool Thinks Price And Value

No One Can Shed Light On Vices He Does Not Have Or Afflictions He Has Ever Experienced.

Under All That We Think, Lives All We Believe, Like The Ultimate Veil Of Our Spirits

The Unpublished Manuscript Is Like An Uncon-fessed Sin That Festers In The Soul, Corrupting And Contaminating It.

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

Wayfarer, The Only Way Is Your Footsteps, There Is No Other. Wayfarer, There Is No Way, You Make The Way As You Go. As You Go, You Make The Way And Stopping To Look Behind, You See The Path That Your Feet Will Never Travel Again. Wayfarer, There Is No Way- Only Foam Trails To The Sea.