It's Compassion That Makes Gods Of Us.

... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books. One Needs Constants In A Traveling Life.

If Something Anticipated Arrives Too Late It Finds Us Numb, Wrung Out From Waiting, And We Feel - Nothing At All. The Best Things Arrive On Time.

Hell Is More Like Boredom, Or Not Having Enough To Do, And Too Much Time To Contemplate One's Deficiencies.

The Best Things Arrive On Time.

Perhaps We Clutch At Life Only When We Have Never Lived Or Trusted It. Then Death Seems The Last And Greatest Defeat, The End Of Something Never Felt.