If I Were To Start Taking Care

The Finest Emotion Of Which We Are Capable Is The Mystic Emotion. Herein Lies The Germ Of All Art And All True Science. Anyone To Whom This Feeling Is Alien, Who Is No Longer Capable Of Wonderment And Lives In A State Of Fear Is A Dead Man.

Time Is What The Clock Says.

Be A Loner. That Gives You Time To Wonder.

The Beauty Of It Is That We Have To Content Ourselves With The Recognition Of The Miracle, Beyond Which There Is No Legitimate Way Out.

Each Act Is An Island In Time, To Be Judged On Its Own.