All That God Does Is For The

But My Gloom Did Not Lessen. I Knew That I'd Had A Bad Dream, And I Stood In The Dark Trying To Recollect It. The Second I Closed My Eyes, I Was With The Dead. They Did Things Words Cannot Express. They Spoke Madness. ("hanka")

Doubt Is Part Of All Religion. All The Religious Thinkers Were Doubters.

The Very Essence Of Literature Is The War Between Emotion And Intellect, Between Life And Death. When Literature Becomes Too Intellectual - When It Begins To Ignore The Passions, The Emotions - It Becomes Sterile, Silly, And Actually Without Substance.

Every Creator Painfully Experiences The Chasm Between His Inner Vision And Its Ultimate Expression. The Chasm Is Never Completely Bridged. We All Have The Conviction, Perhaps Illusory, That We Have Much More To Say Than Appears On The Paper.

The Soul Never Dies And The Body Is Never Really Alive.