I Don't Think We Should Read For

Every Day That We Fail To Live Out The Maximum Of Our Potentialities We Kill The Shakespeare, Dante, Homer, Christ Which Is In Us.

If The Poet Can No Longer Speak For Society, But Only For Himself, Then We Are At The Last Ditch.

The Smile Was So Painfully Swift And Fleeting That It Was Like The Flash Of A Knife.

A Book Lying Idle On A Shelf Is Wasted Ammunition.

It Is With The Soul That We Grasp The Essence Of Another Human Being, Not With The Mind, Nor Even With The Heart.