Seize This Very Minute. What You Can

If We Are Out Of Synch With Ourselves, Everything Is Out Of Synch For Us.

The Greatest Act Of Faith Takes Place When A Man Finally Decides That He Is Not God.

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

What Man Does Not Know, Or Has Not Thought Of, Wanders In The Night Through The Labyrinth Of The Mind.