In Running Away From Ourselves

It Needs Some Intelligence To Be Truly Selfish. The Unintelligent Can Only Be Self-righteous.

Take Away Hatred From Some People, And You Have Men Without Faith.

Youth Itself Is A Talent, A Perishable Talent.

Actual Creativeness Is A Matter Of Moments. One Has To Piece Together The Minute Grains To Make A Lump. And It Is So Easy To Miss The Momentary Flashes, It Is Like Sluicing In Placer Mining. He Who Lets The Flakes Float By Has Nothing To Show For His Trouble.

When Cowardice Is Made Respectable, Its Followers Are Without Number Both From Among The Weak And The Strong; It Easily Becomes A Fashion.