Glory Belongs To God, Of Course; That's

Of Course I Wanted To Know. I Was A Writer. I Wanted To Know Everything.

Every Life, Every Love, Every Action And Feeling And Thought Has Its Reason And Significance: Its Beginning, And The Part It Plays In The End. Sometimes, We Do See.

Friendship Is Also A Kind Of Medicine, And The Markets For It, Too, Are Sometimes Black.

I Know Now That When The Loving, Honest Moment Comes It Should Be Seized, And Spoken, Because It May Never Come Again. And Unvoiced, Unmoving, Unlived In The Things We Declare Form Heart To Heart, Those True And Real Feelings Wither And Crumble In The Remembering Hand That Tries Too Late To Reach For Them.

Sometimes You Break Your Heart In The Right Way, If You Know What I Mean.