Work On One Thing At A Time

Until It Is Kindled By A Spirit As Flamingly Alive As The One Which Gave It Birth A Book Is Dead To Us. Words Divested Of Their Magic Are But Dead Hieroglyphs.

The Imperfections Of A Man, His Frailties, His Faults, Are Just As Important As His Virtues.you Can't Separate Them. They're Wedded.

Everyman, When He Gets Quiet, When He Becomes Desperately Honest With Himself, Is Capable Of Uttering Profound Truths.

We Are Dancing In The Hollow Of Nothingness. We Are One Flesh, But Separated Like Stars.

Do Not Be Duped By Little Duties. Do Not Be A Chore Man All Your Days.