Love, The Magician, Knows This

All My Life, I Have Made It Complicated, But It Is So Simple. I Love When I Love. And When I Love, I Am Myself.

If My Attention Is Wandering, There Is Somewhere It Wants To Go, So Obviously It Does Not Want To Be Where I Am Holding It In The Name Of Some Self-styled Obligation.

No Matter What We Talk About, We Are Talking About Ourselves

Books Seek Us Out. They Slip Themselves Into Our Hands Just At The Time We Are Ready For A New Self-concept.

To Live For Results Would Be To Sentence Myself To Continuous Frustration. My Only Sure Reward Is In My Actions And Not From Them.