Perfection Is Static, And I Am In

Where The Myth Fails, Human Love Begins. Then We Love A Human Being, Not Our Dream, But A Human Being With Flaws.

Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is The Artist.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.

Good Things Happen To Those Who Hustle.

The Possession Of Knowledge Does Not Kill The Sense Of Wonder And Mystery. There Is Always More Mystery.