Only By Moving In The Direction You

Anytime You Make A Person Into Something Other Than Himself, You Make A Monster.

Every Writing Teacher Gives The Subliminal Message, Every Time They Teach: 'your Life Counts For Something.' In No Other Subject That I Know Of Is That Message Given.

One Senses, In All Autobiography, A Straining Toward Perfection, Perfection Of A Kind That Connects The Individual With A Cosmic Pattern Which, Because It Is Perfect In Itself, Verifies That Individuals Own Potential Perfection.

The Only Reason I Wanted 'making Toast' As The Title Is That It Is A Simple Gesture Of Moving On. Every Morning There's The Bread And You Make The Toast And You Start The Day.

If A Man Spends Enough Time In A Library, He May Actually Change His Mind. I Have Seen It Happen.