The Dream Arises From A Part Of

I Am This Bundle Of What Has Been, And What Has Been Accomplished.

Every Victory Contains The Germ Of Future Defeat.

But What If I Should Discover That The Least Amongst Them All, The Poorest Of All Beggars, The Most Impudent Of All Offenders, Yea The Very Fiend Himself— That These Are Within Me, And That I Myself Stand In Need Of The Alms Of My Own Kindness, That I Myself Am The Enemy Who Must Be Loved— What Then?

Life Really Does Begin At Forty. Up Until Then, You Are Just Doing Research.

When Goals Go, Meaning Goes. When Meaning Goes, Purpose Goes. When Purpose Goes, Life Goes Dead On Our Hands.