In A World Of Fugitives, The Person

Men Have Left God Not For Other Gods, They Say, But For No God; And This Has Never Happened Before.

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation.

Between The Desire And The Spasm, Between The Potency And The Existence, Between The Essence And The Descent, Falls The Shadow.

Our High Respect For A Well Read Person Is Praise Enough For Literature.

O Dark Dark Dark. They All Go Into The Dark, The Vacant Interstellar Spaces, The Vacant Into The Vacant