As We Grow Older, The World Becomes

For Us, There Is Only The Trying. The Rest Is Not Our Business.

Shape Without Form, Shade Without Color, Paralyzed Force, Gesture Without Motion; Those Who Have Crossed With Direct Eyes, To Death's Other Kingdom Remember Us-if At All-not As Lost Violent Souls, But Only As The Hollow Men The Stuffed Men.

Because I Know That Time Is Always Time And Place Is Always And Only Place.

Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into The Apple Tree.

The True Church Can Never Fail. For It Is Based Upon A Rock.