When Spring Comes To Paris

The Man Who Is Forever Disturbed About The Condition Of Humanity Either Has No Problems Of His Own Or Has Refused To Face Them.

There Is The Happiness Which Comes From Creative Effort. The Joy Of Dreaming, Creating, Building, Whether In Painting A Picture, Writing An Epic, Singing A Song, Composing A Symphony, Devising New Invention, Creating A Vast Industry.

You Have To Write A Million Words Before You Find Your Voice As A Writer.

There's Nothing Wrong With The World. What's Wrong Is Our Way Of Looking At It.

Through Endless Night The Earth Whirls Toward A Creation Unknown.