There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Truth ... Is The First Casualty Of Tyranny.

Our Awesome Responsibility To Ourselves, To Our Children, And To The Future Is To Create Ourselves In The Image Of Goodness, Because The Future Depends On The Nobility Of Our Imaginings.

There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Collecting Is Like Sex; Satisfaction Renews And Creates New Appetites.

Grief Does Not End And Love Does Not Die And Nothing Fills Its Graven Place. With Grace, Pain Is Transmuted Into The Gold Of Wisdom And Compassion And The Lesser Coin Of Muted Sadness And Resignation; But Something Leaden Of It Remains, To Become The Kernel Arond Which More Pain Accretes (a Black Pearl): One Pain Becomes Every Other Pain ... Unless One Strips Away, One By One, The Layers Of Pain To Get To The Heart Of The Pain - And This Causes More Pain, Pain So Intense As To Feel Like Evisceration.