In life, as in football, you won't go far unless you know where the
goalposts are.

In life, as in football, you won't go far unless you know where the
goalposts are.

Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. Such a one is as read more

Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. Such a one is as it were another self, to whom we impart our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our joy, and comforts us in our affliction; add to this, that his company is an everlasting pleasure to us.

The valid research for the future is on the inner side, on the
spiritual side.

The valid research for the future is on the inner side, on the
spiritual side.

I am a part of all that I have seen.

I am a part of all that I have seen.

Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.

Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.

One who is too insistent on his own views, finds few to agree with him.

One who is too insistent on his own views, finds few to agree with him.

Private victories precede public victories.

Private victories precede public victories.

The real challenge (in life) is to choose, hold, and operate
through intelligent, uplifting, and fully empowering beliefs.

The real challenge (in life) is to choose, hold, and operate
through intelligent, uplifting, and fully empowering beliefs.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.