You Are The Hero Of Your Own

Sit In A Room And Read--and Read And Read. And Read The Right Books By The Right People. Your Mind Is Brought Onto That Level, And You Have A Nice, Mild, Slow-burning Rapture All The Time.

A Schism In The Body Social, Will Not Be Resolved By Any Scheme Of A Return To The Good Old Days (archaism), Or By Programs Guaranteed To Render An Ideal Projected Future (futurism), Or Even By The Most Realistic, Hardheaded Work To Weld Together Again The Deteriorating Elements. Only Birth Can Conquer Death -- The Birth, Not Of The Old Thing Again, But Of Something New.

When We Follow Our Bliss, We Are Met By A Thousand Unseen Helping Hands.

There Is A Condescension On The Part Of The Infinite To The Mind Of Man. That Is What Looks Like God.

If You're Going To Have A Story, Have A Big Story, Or None At All.