It Takes So Many Years To Learn

We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced Of Too Little. Our Literature Is A Substitute For Religion, And So Is Our Religion.

Ash On An Old Man's Sleeve / Is All The Ash The Burnt Roses Leave, / Dust In The Air Suspended / Marks The Place Where A Story Ended.

Success Is Relative. It Is What We Make Of The Mess We Have Made Of Things.

...the Still Point In A Turning World.

Each Way Means Loneliness -- And Communion.