The World Is Full Of Willing People;

Yes, And Even For The Past...that It Will Turn Out To Have Been All Right For What It Was. Something I Can Accept. Mistakes Made By The Self I Had To Be Or Was Not Able To Be.

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.

What You Want, What You're Hanging Around In The World Waiting For, Is For Something To Occur To You.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader. I Know People Who Read Without Hearing The Sentence Sounds And They Were The Fastest Readers. Eye Readers We Call Them. They Get The Meaning By Glances. But They Are Bad Readers Because They Miss The Best Part Of What A Good Writer Puts Into His Work.