People's Fates Are Simplified By Their Names.

The Process Of Writing Has Something Infinite About It. Even Though It Is Interrupted Each Night, It Is One Single Notation.

A Head Full Of Stars, Just Not In Constellation Yet.

The Self- Explorer, Whether He Wants To Or Not, Becomes The Explorer Of Everything Else. He Learns To See Himself, But Suddenly, Provided He Was Honest, All The Rest Appears, And It Is As Rich As He Was, And, As A Final Crowning, Richer.

It Doesn't Matter How New An Idea Is: What Matters Is How New It Becomes.

You Have But To Know An Object By Its Proper Name For It To Lose Its Dangerous Magic.