Many Writers Do Little Else But Sit

Hone And Spread Your Spirit Till You Yourself Are A Sail, Whetted, Translucent, Broadside To The Merest Puff.

We Are Here On The Planet Only Once, And Might As Well Get A Feel For The Place.

Caring Passionately About Something Isn't Against Nature, And It Isn't Against Human Nature. It's What We're Here To Do.

We Have Not Yet Encountered Any God Who Is As Merciful As A Man Who Flicks A Beetle Over On Its Feet.

Our Life Is A Faint Tracing On The Surface Of Mystery.