I Had To Make A Confession Of

The Creative Process Is A Living Thing, Implanted, As It Were In The Souls Of Men.

No Psychic Value Can Disappear Without Being Replaced By Another Of Equivalent Intensity.

The Reason For Such An “unreasonable” Attitude With Me Is That I Am Not At All Sure What Will Happen To Me After Death. I Have Good Reasons To Assume That Things Are Not Finished With Death. Life Seems To Be An Interlude In A Long Story.

Even A Happy Life Cannot Be Without A Measure Of Awareness Of Darkness... As The Contrast Between What We Have And How It Could Be Worse Is Vital To Appreciate Anything, Including Our Life, And So Be Happy And Grateful

Somewhere, Right At The Bottom Of One’s Own Being, One Generally Does Know Where One Should Go And What One Should Do. But There Are Times When The Clown We Call “i” Behaves In Such A Distracting Fashion That The Inner Voice Cannot Make Its Presence Felt.