There Are Places One Comes Home To

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .

In The Face Of Evil, Detachment Is A Dubious Virtue.

To Have A Crisis, And Act Upon It, Is One Thing. To Dwell In Perpetual Crisis Is Another.

Fantasies Are More Than Substitutes For Unpleasant Reality; They Are Also Dress Rehearsals, Plans. All Acts Performed In The World Begin In The Imagination.

The Best Work Is A Fusion Of Love And Praise.