I Can Connect Nothing With Nothing

Between The Conception And The Creation, Between The Emotion And The Response, Falls The Shadow.

We Fight For Lost Causes Because We Know That Our Defeat And Dismay May Be The Preface To Our Successors' Victory, Though That Victory Itself Will Be Temporary; We Fight Rather To Keep Something Alive Than In The Expectation That Anything Will Triumph.

It Is Only In The World Of Objects That We Have Time And Space And Selves.

I Said To My Soul, Be Still And Wait Without Hope, For Hope Would Be Hope For The Wrong Thing; Wait Without Love, For Love Would Be Love Of The Wrong Thing; There Is Yet Faith, But The Faith And The Love Are All In The Waiting. Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought: So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness The Dancing.

In The Last Few Years Everything I'd Done Up To Sixty Or So Has Seemed Very Childish.