Mediocrity Inspires Neither Great Love Nor Hate.

To Paraphrase The Great Poet Dante, The Heavens Swirl Above Us And Our Eyes Are Still Cast To The Ground.

The Height Of Mediocrity Is Still Low.

I Am In Prayer. I Am One Hand, This Universe The Other.

Any Time A Body Goes Outside The Environmental Conditions For Which It Developed It Has To Acclimate.

Only Love Conceives Things Worthy Enough To Stand Greater Than Individual Accomplishment.