Do Not Seek Death. Death

God Does Not Die On The Day When We Cease To Believe In A Personal Deity, But We Die On The Day When Our Lives Cease To Be Illumined By The Steady Radiance, Renewed Daily, Of A Wonder, The Source Of Which Is Beyond All Reason.

It Is Not The Repeated Mistakes, The Long Succession Of Petty Betrayals--though, God Knows, They Would Give Cause Enough For Anxiety And Self-contempt--but The Huge Elementary Mistake, The Betrayal Of That Within Me Which Is Greater Than I--in Complacent Adjustment To Alien Demands.

Creative People Have To Be Fed From The Divine Source.

When The Morning's Freshness Has Been Replaced By The Weariness Of Midday, When The Leg Muscles Give Under The Strain, The Climb Seems Endless, And Suddenly Nothing Will Go Quite As You Wish It Is Then That You Must Not Hesitate.

To Reach Perfection, We Must All Pass, One By One, Through The Death Of Self-effacement.