Past Art Is Subject To Change.

I Said To My Soul, Be Still And Wait Without Hope, For Hope Would Be Hope For The Wrong Thing; Wait Without Love, For Love Would Be Love Of The Wrong Thing; There Is Yet Faith, But The Faith And The Love Are All In The Waiting. Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought: So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness The Dancing.

Humility Is The Most Difficult Of All Virtues To Achieve; Nothing Dies Harder Than The Desire To Think Well Of Self.

I Am Aware Of The Damp Souls Of Housemaids Sprouting Despondently At Area Gates.

This Is The Way The World Ends, Not With A Bang, But A Whimper.

To Make An End Is To Make A Beginning.