It's Not Wise To Violate Rules Until

In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

In The Last Few Years Everything I'd Done Up To Sixty Or So Has Seemed Very Childish.

I Am Moved By Fancies That Are Curled, Around These Images And Cling, The Notion Of Some Infinitely Gentle, Infinitely Suffering Thing.

With Out Some Kind Of God, Man Is Not Very Intresting

Time Past And Time Future Allow But A Little Consciousness. To Be Conscious Is Not To Be In Time.