One Of The Most Striking Signs Of

I Am A Part Of The Part That At First Was All, Part Of The Darkness That Gave Birth To The Light, That Supercilious Light Which Now Disputes With Mother Night Her Ancient Rank And Space, And Yet Cannot Succeed; No Matter How It Struggles, It Sticks To Matter And Can't Get Free. Light Flows From Substance, Makes It Beautiful.

To Create Something You Must Be Something.

No Skill Or Art Is Needed To Grow Old; The Trick Is To Endure It.

Instruction Does Much, But Encouragement Everything.

And Step By Step, Along The Path Of Life, There's Nothing True But Heaven.