The Aim Of Life Is To Live,

Do Anything, But Let It Produce Joy. Do Anything, But Let It Yield Ecstasy.

I'd Rather Sit Down And Write A Letter Than Call Someone Up. I Hate The Telephone.

Even The Idiot May Have A Message For Us

It Is With The Soul That We Grasp The Essence Of Another Human Being, Not With The Mind, Nor Even With The Heart.

There Are Moments When The Elixir Of Life Rises To Such Over−brimming Splendor That The Soul Spills Over. In The Seraphic Smile Of The Madonnas The Soul Is Seen To Flood The Psyche. The Moon Of The Face Becomes Full; The Equation Is Perfect. A Minute, A Half−minute, A Second Later, The Miracle Has Passed. Something Intangible , Something Inexplicable, Was Given Out-and Received.