Somewhere Along The Way One Discovers That

I Used To Think A Bird Couldn't Fly If Its Wings Got Wet.

It Was Only In My Forties That I Started Feeling Young.

A Man Writes To Throw Off The Poison Which He Has Accumulated Because Of His False Way Of Life. He Is Trying To Recapture His Innocence, Yet All He Succeeds In Doing (by Writing) Is To Inoculate The World With A Virus Of His Disillusionment. No Man Would Set A Word Down On Paper If He Had The Courage To Live Out What He Believed In.

I Read To Be Taken Out Of Myself, To Become Ecstatic.

Do Anything, But Let It Produce Joy. Do Anything, But Let It Yield Ecstasy.