Day's Work Is Still To Do, Whatever

How Can A Man Learn Navigation Where There's No Rudder?

There May Always Be Another Reality To Make Fiction Of The Truth We Think We've Arrived At.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

The First Of Our Senses Which We Should Take Care Never To Let Rust Through Disuse Is That Sixth Sense, The Imagination. I Mean The Wide-open Eye Which Leads Us To See Truth More Vividly, To Apprehend More Broadly, To Concern Ourselves More Deeply, To Be, All Our Life Long, Sensitive And Awake To The Powers And Responsibilities Given To Us As Human Beings.

What Is Madness To Those Who Only Observe, Is Often Wisdom To Those To Whom It Happens.