Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.

Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our Dreaming. Oh, That We May Be Allowed To Wake Before Death Wakes Us.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.

Perhaps Out There, Somewhere, Someone Is Sighing For Your Absence; And With This Thought, My Soul Begins To Breathe.