We See Things As We

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? Those Who Seek The Folly Of Unrelieved 'happiness'-who Fear Moods, Who Shun Solitude, Who Do Not Know The Diginity Of Occasional Depression-can Find Bliss Easily Enough: In Tranquilizing Pills, Or In Senility. The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy.

Hope Is Ambiguous, But Fear Is Precious.

Words Sing. They Hurt. They Teach. They Sanctify. They Were Man's First, Immeasurable Feat Of Magic. They Liberated Us From Ignorance And Our Barbarous Past.

I Never Cease Being Dumbfounded By The Unbelievable Things People Believe.

Happiness Comes Only When We Push Our Brains And Hearts To The Farthest Reaches Of Which We Are Capable.