Clever People Are Never Credited With Their

I Climb Upon The Highest Mountains, Laughing At All Tragedies - Whether Real Or Imaginary.

Pardon Me, My Friends, I Have Ventured To Paint My Happiness On The Wall.

I Have Learned To Walk: Since Then I Have Run. I Have Learned To Fly: Since Then I Do Not Have To Be Pushed In Order To Move. Now I Am Nimble, Now I Fly, Now I See Myself Under Myself, Now A God Dances Within Me.

What An Age Experiences As Evil Is Usually An Untimely Reverberation Echoing What Was Previously Experienced As Good--the Atavismof An Older Ideal.

A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.