I Have One Head That Wants To

Nothing Goes Further Toward A Man's Liberation Than The Act Of Surviving His Need For Character.

If A Man Means His Writing Seriously, He Must Mean To Write Well. But How Can He Write Well Until He Learns To See What He Has Written Badly. His Progress Toward Good Writing And His Recognition Of Bad Writing Are Bound To Unfold At Something Like The Same Rate.

I Have One Head That Wants To Be Good, And One That Wants To Be Bad. And Always, As Soon As I Get Up, One Of My Heads Is Sad.

A Good Question Is Never Answered. It Is Not A Bolt To Be Tightened Into Place But A Seed To Be Planted And To Bear More Seed Toward The Hope Of Greening The Landscape Of Idea.

Patience Is The Art Of Caring Slowly.