The Mother Of Excess Is

One Hears - One Does Not Seek; One Takes - One Does Not Ask Who Gives.

Whenever The Truth Is Uncovered, The Artist Will Always Cling With Rapt Gaze To What Still Remains Covering Even After Such Uncovering; But The Theoretical Man Enjoys And Finds Satisfaction In The Discarded Covering And Finds The Highest Object Of His Pleasure In The Process Of An Ever Happy Uncovering That Succeeds Through His Own Efforts.

The Real Question Is: How Much Truth Can I Stand?

Triumph Depends On A Roll Of Fate's Dice; The Ultimate Prize Is A Place In Heaven.

But Not To Perish From Internal Distress And Doubt When One Inflicts Great Suffering And Hears The Cry Of Suffering : That Is Great, That Belongs To Greatness.