Oursubconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes, and cannot tell thedifference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What wecontinually think about eventually will manifest in our lives.
An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends forwhich we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We haveguided missiles and misguided men.
