Touch A Scientist And You Touch A

Putting Out The Stars And Extinguishing The Sun.

You Can Make Yourself Happy Or Miserable - It's The Same Amount Of Effort.

And He Remembered Thinking Then That If She Died, He Was Certain He Wouldn't Cry. For It Would Be The Dying Face Of An Unknown, A Street Face, A Newspaper Image, And It Was Suddenly So Very Wrong That He Had Begun To Cry, Not At Death But At The Thought Of Not Crying At Death, A Silly Empty Man Near A Silly Empty Woman.

Night Had Come On Like The Closing Of A Great But Gentle Eye.

I Love You And I Forgive You. I Am Like You And You Are Like Me. I Love All People. I Love The World. I Love Creating. Everything In Our Life Should Be Based On Love.