We Were Equals Once When

The Brain Works Better If The Hand Works Too.

I Am Always Thirsting For Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music. I Wish I Could Make It. Perhaps There Isn't Any Music On Earth Like What I Picture To Myself.

We Were Equals Once When We Lay New-born Babes On Our Nurse's Knees. We Will Be Equal Again When They Tie Up Our Jaws For The Last Sleep.

It Is The Swimmer Who First Leaps Into The Frozen Stream Who Is Cut Sharpest By The Ice; Those Who Follow Him Find It Broken, And The Last Find It Gone. It Is The Men Or Women Who First Tread Down The Path Which The Bulk Of Humanity Will Ultimately Follow, Who Must Find Themselves At Last In Solitudes Where The Silence Is Deadly.

My Feeling Is That There Is Nothing In Life But Refraining From Hurting Others, And Comforting Those Who Are Sad.