There Is A Taint Of Death, A

The Interior Deprives Men Of Their Senses. Here, The Eerie Stillness Of The Wilderness And The Darkness Of Night Render The Men Both Deaf And Blind. Without Eyes Or Ears, They Have No Frame Of Reference-and Without A Frame Of Reference, They Have No Clear Identities.

What Makes Mankind Tragic Is Not That They Are The Victims Of Nature, It Is That They Are Conscious Of It.

We Live As We Dream - Alone.

I Take It That What All Men Are Really After Is Some Form Or Perhaps Only Some Formula Of Peace.

The Human Heart Is Vast Enough To Contain All The World.