Growth Itself Contains The Germ Of Happiness.

God Is Not In The Vastness Of Greatness. He Is Hid In The Vastness Of Smallness . He Is Not In The General. He Is In The Particular.

If You Start To Revise Before You've Reached The End, You're Likely To Begin Dawdling With The Revisions And Putting Off The Difficult Task Of Writing.

Add To This Cruelly Delicate Organism The Overpowering Necessity To Create, Create, Create - So That Without The Creating Of Music Or Poetry Or Books Or Buildings Or Something Of Meaning, His Very Breath Is Cut Off From Him. He Must Create, Must Pour Out Creation. By Some Strange, Unknown, Inward Urgency He Is Not Really Alive Unless He Is Creating.

Nature Knows No Sex Limitations And Does Not Bestow Brains Upon Men Alone. Daughters Inherit Gifts Exactly As Often And As Much As Sons.

The Community Must Assume Responsibility For Each Child Within Its Confines. Not One Must Be Neglected Whatever His Condition. The Community Must See That Every Child Gets The Advantages And Opportunities Which Are Due Him As A Citizen And As A Human Being.