When One Wishes To Play The Wit,

The Notion Of Looking On At Life Has Always Been Hateful To Me. What Am I If I Am Not A Participant? In Order To Be, I Must Participate.

Even Though Human Life May Be The Most Precious Thing On Earth, We Always Behave As If There Were Something Of Higher Value Than Human Life.

Night, The Beloved. Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive. When The Destructive Analysis Of Day Is Done, And All That Is Truly Important Becomes Whole And Sound Again. When Man Reassembles His Fragmentary Self And Grows With The Calm Of A Tree.

Perfection Is Reachednot When There's Nothing To Add, But When There's Nothing To Take Away.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time.