The Soul Never Dies And The Body

When A Writer Tries To Explain Too Much, He's Out Of Time Before He Begins.

We All Play Chess With Fate As Partner. He Makes A Move, We Make A Move. He Tries To Checkmate Us In Three Moves, We Try To Prevent It. We Know We Can't Win, But We're Driven To Give Him A Good Fight.

In God's Mill Even Chaff Becomes Flour.

I Believe In Free Will. I Have No Choice.

The Pessimism Of The Creative Person Is Not Decadence But A Mighty Passion For The Redemption Of Man.