Death Came, Death Went, But Commerce Flowed

None Of Us Can Ever Save Himself; We Are The Instruments Of One Another’s Salvation, And Only By The Hope That We Give To Others Do We Lift Ourselves Out Of The Darkness Into Light.

...at It's Best Fiction Is Medicine.

What Will Happen Will Happen. There Is Time For Miracles Until There Is No More Time, But Time Has No End.

The Desire To Write Well Can Never Be Fulfilled Without Hard Work.

Without Trust, There Can Be No Tranquil Resting Of The Mind.