There Is No Way; We Make The

The Unpublished Manuscript Is Like An Uncon-fessed Sin That Festers In The Soul, Corrupting And Contaminating It.

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

Travelers, There Is No Path, Paths Are Made By Walking.

Beware Of The Community In Which Blasphemy Does Not Exist: Underneath, Atheism Runs Rampant.

Wherever Learning Breeds Specialists, The Sum Of Human Culture Is Enhanced Thereby. That Is The Illusion And Consolation Of Specialists.