I Wonder More And More Just Where

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

Two Kinds Of Gratitude: The Sudden Kind We Feel For What We Take; The Larger Kind We Feel For What We Give.

I Don't Say What God Is, But A Name That Somehow Answers Us When We Are Driven To Feel And Think How Little We Have To Do With What We Are.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.