A Thought Comes When It Will, Not

Being Human Is A Complicated Gig. So Give That Ol' Dark Night Of The Soul A Hug. Howl The Eternal Yes!

The Hypocrite Who Always Plays One And The Same Part Ceases At Last To Be A Hypocrite.

We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers, The Grass, And The Butterflies As The Child Is Who Is Not Yet So Much Taller Than They Are.

Today A Man Of Knowledge Might Well Feel As Though He Were God Transformed Into An Animal.

Writers Ought To Be Regarded As Wrongdoers Who Deserve To Be Acquitted Or Pardoned Only In The Rarest Cases: That Would Be A Way To Keep Books From Getting Out Of Hand.