Even by common wisdom there seem to be both people and objects in my dream that are outside myself but clearly they were created in myself and are part of me they are mental constructs in my own brain.
A great artist is a great man in a great child.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible...
Girls are telling me to take my shirt off. It's like, 'Hello! I'm a...
In a sense, there's a great truth to that, but,...
I'm delighted. I don't know of anybody who had a...