I Have A Feeling That

Nobody Has Seen The Trekking Birds Take Their Way Towards Such Warmer Spheres As Do Not Exist, Or Rivers Break Their Course Through Rocks And Plains To Run Into An Ocean Which Is Not To Be Found. For God Does Not Create A Longing Or A Hope Without Having A Fulfilling Reality Ready For Them. But Our Longing Is Our Pledge, And Blessed Are The Homesick, For They Shall Come Home.

A Great Artist Is Never Poor.

The Divine Art Is The Story.

I Think All Sorrows Can Be Borne If You Put Them Into A Story Or Tell A Story About Them.

Death - A Passage Outside The Range Of Imagination, But Within The Range Of Experience.