Why So Much Innuendo, Draped Like Ivy

A Dream Is A Creation Of The Intelligence, The Creator Being Present But Not Knowing How It Will End.

We Obtain Things When We No Longer Want Them.

The World, The Future, Is Now Within You As Your Past, As Experience, Skill In Technique, And The Rich, Everlasting Mystery Is Found To Be Childish You That, At The Time, You Made No Effort To Possess.

Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have Plenty Of It.

We Must Never Say, Even In Fun, That We Are Disheartened, Because Someone Might Take Us At Our Word.