Each Way Means Loneliness -- And Communion.

I Am Moved By Fancies That Are Curled, Around These Images And Cling, The Notion Of Some Infinitely Gentle, Infinitely Suffering Thing.

We Read Many Books, Because We Cannot Know Enough People.

Destiny Waits In The Hand Of God, Not In The Hands Of Statesmen.

Not Fare Well, But Fare Forward

A Condition Of Complete Simplicity (costing Not Less Than Everything)