Those Who Always Pray Are Necessary To

In Winter There Is No Heat, No Light, No Noon, Evening Touches Morning, There Is Fog, And Mist, The Window Is Frosted, And You Cannot See Clearly. The Sky Is But The Mouth Of A Cave. The Whole Day Is The Cave.... Frightful Season! Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

Human Society, The World, And The Whole Of Mankind Is To Be Found In The Alphabet.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

Where No Plan Is Laid, Where The Disposal Of Time Is Surrendered Merely To The Chance Of Incident, Chaos Will Soon Reign.

Concision In Style, Precision In Thought, Decision In Life.