My Poor Head Is In

Quite Often, As Life Goes On, When We Feel Completely Secure As We Go On Our Way, We Suddenly Notice That We Are Trapped In Error, That We Have Allowed Ourselves To Be Taken In By Individuals, By Objects, Have Dreamt Up An Affinity With Them Which Immediately Vanishes Before Our Waking Eye; And Yet We Cannot Tear Ourselves Away, Held Fast By Some Power That Seems Incomprehensible To Us. Sometimes, However, We Become Fully Aware And Realize That Error As Well As Truth Can Move And Spur Us On To Action.

He Who Is And Remains True To Himself And To Others Has The Most Attractive Quality Of The Greatest Talent.

He Who Has A Task To Perform Must Know How To Take Sides, Or He Is Quite Unworthy Of It.

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

Nothing Is More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste.