It Is In The Ability

Devout Believers Are Safeguarded In A High Degree Against The Risk Of Certain Neurotic Illnesses; Their Acceptance Of The Universal Neurosis Spares Them The Task Of Constructing A Personal One.

The Heart Errs Like The Head; Its Errors Are Not Any The Less Fatal, And We Have More Trouble Getting Free Of Them Because Of Their Sweetness.

Yet, Every Now And Then, There Would Pass A Young Girl, Slender, Fair And Desirable, Arousing In Young Men A Not Ignoble Desire To Possess Her, And Stirring In Old Men Regrets For Ecstasy Not Seized And Now Forever Past.

To Imagine Is Everything, To Know Is Nothing At All.

A Simple Style Is Like White Light. Although Complex, It Does Not Appear To Be So.