Never Stop Writing Because You Have Run

The Art Of Storytelling Is Reaching Its End Because The Epic Side Of Truth, Wisdom, Is Dying Out.

Literature Tells Very Little To Those Who Understand It.

He Who Asks Fortune-tellers The Future Unwittingly Forfeits An Inner Intimation Of Coming Events That Is A Thousand Times More Exact Than Anything They May Say. He Is Impelled By Inertia, Rather Than Curiosity, And Nothing Is More Unlike The Submissive Apathy With Which He Hears His Fate Revealed Than The Alert Dexterity With Which The Man Of Courage Lays Hands On The Future.

Only For The Sake Of The Hopeless Ones Have We Been Given Hope.

In The World's Structure Dream Loosens Individuality Like A Bad Tooth.