Its Language Is A Language

There Can Be No Knowledge Without Emotion. We May Be Aware Of A Truth, Yet Until We Have Felt Its Force, It Is Not Ours. To The Cognition Of The Brain Must Be Added The Experience Of The Soul.

To The Artist Is Sometimes Granted A Sudden, Transient Insight Which Serves In This Matter For Experience. A Flash, And Where Previously The Brain Held A Dead Fact, The Soul Grasps A Living Truth! At Moments We Are All Artists.

Worry Is Evidence Of An Ill-controlled Brain; It Is Merely A Stupid Waste Of Time In Unpleasantness.

The Moment You're Born You're Done For.

To Write Is To Make Oneself The Echo Of What Cannot Cease Speaking.