Words Have Ruined More Souls Than Any

It Seems That When We Are Oppressed By The Knowledge Of Our Worthlessness We Do Not See Ourselves As Lower Than Some And Higher Than Others, But As Lower Than The Lowest Of Mankind. We Hate Then The Whole World, And We Would Pour Our Wrath Upon The Whole Of Creation.

The Fear Of Becoming A 'has-been' Keeps Some People From Becoming Anything.

It Is Startling To Realize How Much Unbelief Is Necessary To Make Belief Possible.

It Is Not At All Simple To Understand The Simple.

Actual Creativeness Is A Matter Of Moments. One Has To Piece Together The Minute Grains To Make A Lump. And It Is So Easy To Miss The Momentary Flashes, It Is Like Sluicing In Placer Mining. He Who Lets The Flakes Float By Has Nothing To Show For His Trouble.