Our Moods Do Not Believe In Each

It Seems As If The Day Was Not Wholly Profane In Which We Have Given Heed To Some Natural Object.

Anger Is That Powerful Internal Force That Blows Out The Light Of Reason.

The Need For A Rational Consistency Is The Hobgoblin Of Small Minds.

Once You Make A Decision, The Universe Conspires To Make It Happen.

Creative Force, Like A Musical Composer, Goes On Unweariedly Repeating A Simple Air Or Theme, Now High, Now Low, In Solo, In Chorus, Ten Thousand Times Reverberated, Till It Fills Earth And Heaven With The Chant.