In Every Man's Heart There

If One Believes, Then Miracles Occur.

One's Destination Is Never A Place But Rather A New Way Of Looking At Things.

We Are Swimming On The Face Of Time And All Else Has Drowned, Is Drowning, Or Will Drown.

A New World Is Not Made Simply By Trying To Forget The Old. A New World Is Made With A New Spirit, With New Values. Our World May Have Begun That Way, But Today It Is Caricature. Our World Is A World Of Things. What We Dread Most, In The Face Of The Impending Debacle, Is That We Shall Be Obliged To Give Up Our Gewgaws, Our Gadgets, All The Little Comforts That Have Made Us So Uncomfortable. We Are Not Peaceful Souls; We Are Smug, Timid, Queasy And Quaky.

To Be Joyous Is To Be A Madman In A World Of Sad Ghosts.