The Spine Is The Tree Of Life.

We Are All Of Us, Unique - Each A Unique Pattern Of Creativity And If We Do Not Fulfill It, It Is Lost For All Time.

My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of Dark And Light.

The Past Is Not Dead; It Is Not Even Past. People Live On Inner Time; The Moment In Which A Decisive Thought Or Feeling Takes Place Can Be At Any Time. Timeless Feelings Are Common To All Of Us.

Stand Up! Keep Your Backs Straight! Remember That This Is Where The Wings Grow.

I Never Thought Of Myself As Being A Genius. I Don't Know What Genius Is. I Think A Far Better Expression Is A Retriever, A Lovely Strong Golden Retriever That Brings Things Back From The Past, Or Retrieves Things From Our Common Blood Memory