Integrity Expects Integrity.

The Mountains Of Today Are The Molehills Of Tomorrow.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

Here I Begin To Know That Blessedness Is What Can Be Snatched Out The Passing Day And Put Away To Think Of Afterwards.

The Voices Of Cold Reason Were Talking, As Usual, To Deaf Ears.