In The End Is My Beginning.

The Past And Future / Are Conquered, And Reconciled.

Finding A Way To Live The Simple Life Is One Of Life's Supreme Complications.

No Poet, No Artist Of Any Art, Has His Complete Meaning Alone.

And Indeed There Will Be Time For The Yellow Smoke That Slides Along The Street Rubbing Its Back Upon The Window-panes; There Will Be Time , There Will Be Time To Prepare A Face To Meet The Faces That You Meet; There Will Be Time To Murder And Create, And Time For All The Works And Days Of Hands That Lift And Drop A Question On Your Plate; Time For You And Time For Me, And Time Yet For A Hundred Indecisions, And For A Hundred Visions And Revisions, Before The Taking Of Toast And Tea.

We Can Say Of Shakespeare, That Never Has A Man Turned So Little Knowledge To Such Great Account.