Through All The World There Goes One

Where The Storyteller Is Loyal, Eternally And Unswervingly Loyal To The Story, There, In The End, Silence Will Speak. Where The Story Has Been Betrayed, Silence Is But Emptiness. But We, The Faithful, When We Have Spoken Our Last Word, Will Hear The Voice Of Silence.

Real Art Must Always Involve Some Witchcraft.

I Will Not Let Thee Go, Except Thou Bless Me.

Man Reaches The Highest Point Of Lovableness At 12 To 17 - To Get It Back, In A Second Flowering, At The Age Of 70 To 90

Human Talk Is A Centrifugal Function, Ever In Flight Outwards From What Is On The Talker's Mind.