The End Is Nothing; The

From Two Ears That Had Grown Side By Side, The Grains Of One Shot Up Joyfully Into The Light, Projecting Themselves Into The Future, And The Grains From The Other Lay Still In The Earth And Rotted; And Nobody Knew Why.

Personal Life Becomes Paler As The Imaginative Life Becomes Richer.

To Note An Artist's Limitations Is But To Define His Talent.

The History Of Every Country Begins In The Heart Of A Man Or A Woman.

There Are Some Things You Learn Best In Calm, And Some In Storm.