I Wanted To Use What I Was,

The Trouble With Happiness Is That It Never Notices Itself.

The Imagination Is A Species Of Knowledge, Knowledge That Can Take The Form Of Discovery.

There's A Paradox In Rereading. You Read The First Time For Rediscovery: An Encounter With The Confirming Emotions. But You Reread For Discovery: You Go To The Known To Figure Out The Workings Of The Unknown, The Why Of The Familiar How.

Nothing Is So Awesomely Unfamiliar As The Familiar That Discloses Itself At The End Of A Journey. Nothing Shakes The Heart So Much As Meeting-far, Far Away-what You Last Met At Home.

Why Do Men Carry Guns And Build Prison Camps, When The Nurturing Earth Is Made For Freedom?