I Was A Shadow Among

In The Desert, An Old Monk Had Once Advised A Traveler, The Voices Of God And The Devil Are Scarcely Distinguishable.

Choices, More Choices Than We Like Afterward To Believe, Are Made Far Backward In The Innocence Of Childhood.

It Has Been Said That Great Art Is The Night Thought Of Man. It May Emerge Without Warning From The Soundless Depths Of The Unconscious, Just As Supernovas May Blaze Up Suddenly In The Farther Reaches Of Void Space.

We Think We Learn From Teachers, And We Sometimes Do. But The Teachers Are Not Always To Be Found In School Or In Great Laboratories. Sometimes What We Learn Depends Upon Our Own Powers Of Insight.

When Man Becomes Greater Than Nature, Nature, Which Gave Him Birth, Will Respond.