One Way Or Another, I Have Wound

The First Indication That We Are Killing Our Dreams Is Lack Of Time. The Second Indication Of The Death Of Our Dreams Is Certainty. The Third Indication That Our Dreams Are Dead Is Peace.

There Is No Better Time Than The Autumn To Begin Forgetting The Things That Trouble Us, Allowing Them To Fall Away Like Dried Leaves. There Is No Better Time To Dance Again, To Make The Most Of Every Crumb Of Sunlight And Warm Body And Soul With Its Rays Before It Falls Asleep And Becomes Only A Dim Light Bulb In The Skies.

We Must At All Costs Avoid Saying No Because People Prefer Those Who Say Yes, And This Allows Us To Survive In Hostile Territory.

The Great Conquest Is The Result Of Small, Unnoticed Victories.

He Is Now Walking From His Dream.