It Is The Music In

The First Opinion That Occurs To Us When We Are Suddenly Asked About Something Is Usually Not Our Own But Only The Current One Pertaining To Our Class, Position, Or Parentage; Our Own Opinions Seldom Swim On The Surface.

I Hate Who Steals My Solitude, Without Really Offer Me In Exchange Company.

There Are No Limits To God's Compassion With Paradises Over Their One Universally Felt Want: He Immediately Created Other Animals Besides. God's First Blunder: Man Didn't Find The Animals Amusing, - He Dominated Them And Didn't Even Want To Be An 'animal.'

Good Prose Is Written Only Face To Face With Poetry.

This Is What Is Hardest: To Close The Open Hand Because One Loves.