Literature Is My Utopia

Oh, You Think The Darkness Is Your Ally, But You Merely Adopted The Dark. I Was Born In It. Molded By It.

The Only Real Blind Person At Christmas Time Is He Who Has Not Christmas In His Heart.

We Can Drift Along With General Opinion And Tradition, Or We Can Throw Ourselves Upon The Guidance Of The Soul Within And Steer Courageously Toward Truth... We Have A Choice In Every Event And Every Limitation And....to Choose Is To Create.

All The World Is Full Of Suffering. It Is Also Full Of Overcoming.

Words Are The Mind's Wings, Are They Not?