Our Knowledge Is A Little Island In

There Must Be A Way For Man To Attain All Possible Pleasures, All The Powers And Knowledge That Nature Can Grant Him, And Still Serve God--a God Who Speaks In Deeds, Not In Words, And Whose Vocabulary Is The Cosmos.

Night Is A Time Of Rigor, But Also Of Mercy. There Are Truths Which One Can See Only When It’s Dark

Children Read Books, Not Reviews. They Don't Give A Hoot About Critics.

Heaven And Earth Conspire That Everything Which Has Been, Be Rooted And Reduced To Dust. Only The Dreamers, Who Dream While Awake, Call Back The Shadows Of The Past And Braid Nets From The Unspun Thread.

There Is No Death. How Can There Be Death If Everything Is Part Of The Godhead? The Soul Never Dies And The Body Is Never Really Alive.