He Who Wants To Keep His Garden

God Does Not Die On The Day When We Cease To Believe In A Personal Deity, But We Die On The Day When Our Lives Cease To Be Illumined By The Steady Radiance, Renewed Daily, Of A Wonder, The Source Of Which Is Beyond All Reason.

Life Yields Only To The Conqueror. Never Accept What Can Be Gained By Giving In. You Will Be Living Off Stolen Goods, And Your Muscles Will Atrophy.

Friendship Needs No Words - It Is Solitude Delivered From The Anguish Of Loneliness.

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.

It Is More Noble To Give Yourself Completely To One Individual Than To Labor Diligently For The Salvation Of The Masses.