Of The Truly Creative No

And Step By Step, Along The Path Of Life, There's Nothing True But Heaven.

Everything That Frees Our Spirit Without Giving Us Control Of Ourselves Is Ruinous.

We Are Our Own Devils; We Drive Ourselves Out Of Our Edens.

There Are But Few Who Have Ideas And Are, At The Same Time, Capable Of Action. Ideas Enlarge But Stymie, Action Enlivens But Confines.

My Days Are As Happy As Those Reserved By God For His Elect; And Whatever Be My Fate Hereafter, I Can Never Say That I Have Not Tasted Joy— The Purest Joy Of Life.