Analysis Kills Spontaneity.

Work While You Have The Light. You Are Responsible For The Talent That Has Been Entrusted To You.

Without Passion Man Is A Mere Latent Force And Possibility, Like The Flint Which Awaits The Shock Of The Iron Before It Can Give Forth Its Spark.

We Are Never More Discontented With Others Than When We Are Discontented With Ourselves.

Whenever Conscience Speaks With A Divided, Uncertain, And Disputed Voice, It Is Not The Voice Of God. Descend Still Deeper Into Yourself, Until You Hear Nothing But A Clear, Undivided Voice, A Voice Which Does Away With Doubt And Brings With It Persuasion, Light, And Serenity.

A Microscopic Phantom Of The Universe; This Is All That We Are Able To Be.