He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me.

Solitude is the canvas of a thinking mind.

A thinking man can never be brave.

One thinking man in a crowd worth a thousand men!

Critical thinking is a necessary and vital skill".~R. Alan Woods [2012]