In Life The Loser's Score Is Always

What We Have Not Named As A Symbol Escapes Our Notice.

We Are Lived By Powers We Pretend To Understand.

The Words Of A Dead Man Are Modified In The Guts Of The Living.

Christmas And Easter Can Be Subjects For Poetry, But Good Friday, Like Auschwitz, Cannot. The Reality Is So Horrible It Is Not Surprising That People Should Have Found It A Stumbling Block To Faith.

Like Everything Which Is Not The Involuntary Result Of Fleeting Emotion But The Creation Of Time And Will, Any Marriage, Happy Or Unhappy, Is Infinitely More Interesting Than Any Romance, However Passionate.