Praise Those Of Your Critics For Whom

Creative People Have To Be Fed From The Divine Source.

It Is Not The Repeated Mistakes, The Long Succession Of Petty Betrayals--though, God Knows, They Would Give Cause Enough For Anxiety And Self-contempt--but The Huge Elementary Mistake, The Betrayal Of That Within Me Which Is Greater Than I--in Complacent Adjustment To Alien Demands.

If Only I May Grow: Firmer, Simpler, Quieter, Warmer.

When You Have Reached The Point Where You No Longer Expect A Response, You Will At Last Be Able To Give In Such A Way That The Other Is Able To Receive, And Be Grateful. When Love Has Matured And, Through A Dissolution Of The Self Into Light, Become A Radiance, Then Shall The Lover Be Liberated From Dependence Upon The Beloved, And The Beloved Also Be Made Perfect By Being Liberated From The Lover.

Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned. Had It Been Given Warmth And Shelter By Its Counterpart In The Other, Perhaps It Would Have Been Hindered From Ever Growing To Maturity. It "gives" Us Nothing. But In Its World Of Loneliness It Leads Us Up To The Summits With Wide Vistas - Of Great Insights.