The Life Of Great Geniuses Is Nothing

It Is A Mistake To Regard Age As A Downhill Grade Toward Dissolution. The Reverse Is True. As One Grows Older, One Climbs With Surprising Strides.

Talent, Will And Genius Are Natural Phenomena Like The Lake, The Volcano, The Mountain, The Wind, The Star, The Cloud.

I Was Born To Love - But None Of You Wanted To Believe It, And That Misunderstanding Was Crucial In Forming My Character. It's True That Nature Was Strangely Inconsistent In Giving Me A Warm Heart, But Also A Face That Was Like A Stone Mask And A Tongue That Was Heavy And Slow. She Refused Me What She Bestowed Freely On Even The Most Loutish Of My Fellow Men. . . . People Judged My Inner Character By My Outer Covering, And Like A Sterile Fruit, I Withered Under The Rough Husk I Couldn't Slough Off.

The Mind Has No Sex.

I'm Beginning To Believe That There Are Angels Disguised As Men Who Pass Themselves Off As Such And Who Inhabit The Earth For A While To Console And Lift Up With Them Toward Heaven The Poor, Exhausted And Saddened Souls Who Were Ready To Perish Here Below.