Oh, Happy He Who Still

I Am A Part Of The Part That At First Was All, Part Of The Darkness That Gave Birth To The Light, That Supercilious Light Which Now Disputes With Mother Night Her Ancient Rank And Space, And Yet Cannot Succeed; No Matter How It Struggles, It Sticks To Matter And Can't Get Free. Light Flows From Substance, Makes It Beautiful.

Treat People The Way They Are And They Will Stay That Way. Treat People The Way They Can Become And They Will Become That Way.

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

It Is Better To Be Doing The Most Insignificant Thing Than To Reckon Even A Half-hour Insignificant.

Whatever You Can Do Or Dream, Begin It.