To Imagine Is Everything, To Know Is

A Tale Without Love Is Like Beef Without Mustard: Insipid.

Time Deals Gently Only With Those Who Take It Gently.

A Simple Style Is Like White Light. Although Complex, It Does Not Appear To Be So.

The Books That Everybody Admires Are Those That Nobody Reads.

For The Majority Of People , Though They Do Not Know What To Do With This Life , Long For Another That Shall Have No End .