Any truth is only true up to a certain point. When one oversteps the mark, it becomes a non-truth.

It occurs to me that artists go forward by going backward, something which I have nothing against intrinsically when it is a reproduced retreat - as is the case with the better artists.

God has given each of us our "marching order." Our purpose here on Earth is to find those orders and carry them out. Those orders acknowledge our special gifts.

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?

Truth is not introduced into the individual from without, but was within him all the time.

The door to happiness opens outward.

Confidence is the present tense of hope.