Art Thaws Even The Frozen, Darkened Soul,

Prayers Are Like Those Appeals Of Ours. Either They Don't Get Through Or They're Returned With 'rejected' Scrawled Across 'em.

To Taste The Sea All One Needs Is One Gulp.

Economic Growth Is Not Only Unncessary, But Ruinous.

Sometimes I Feel Quite Distinctly That What Is Inside Me Is Not All Of Me. There Is Something Else, Sublime, Quite Indestructible, Some Tiny Fragment Of The Universal Spirit.don't You Feel That?

As The Old Proverb Says: "well-fed Horses Don't Rampage.