For, To Make Deserts, God,

Pain Is As Diverse As Man. One Suffers As One Can.

Emotion Is Always New.

The Pupil Dilates In Darkness And In The End Finds Light, Just As The Soul Dilates In Misfortune And In The End Finds God.

Men Like Me Are Impossible Until The Day When They Become Necessary.

The Jostling Of Young Minds Against Each Other Has This Wonderful Attribute, That One Can Never Foresee The Spark, Nor Predict The Flash. What Will Spring Up In A Moment? Nobody Knows.