Mother Is Far Too Clever To Understand

To Write Is To Make Oneself The Echo Of What Cannot Cease Speaking.

Great Wealth May Be To Its Owner A Blessing Or A Curse. Alas! I Fear It Is Too Often The Latter. It Hardens The Heart, Blunts The Finer Susceptibilities, And Transforms Into A Fiend What Under More Favourable Circumstances Might Have Been A Human Being.

If You've Ever Really Been Poor, You Remain Poor At Heart All Your Life.

You Wake Up In The Morning, And Lo! Your Purse Is Magically Filled With Twenty-four Hours Of The Unmanufactured Tissue Of The Universe Of Your Life! It Is Yours. It Is The Most Precious Of Possessions. No One Can Take It From You. It Is Unstealable. And No One Receives Either More Or Less Than You Receive.

To The Artist Is Sometimes Granted A Sudden, Transient Insight Which Serves In This Matter For Experience. A Flash, And Where Previously The Brain Held A Dead Fact, The Soul Grasps A Living Truth! At Moments We Are All Artists.