So We Are Grasped By What We

Here Is The Time For The Sayable, Here Is Its Home. Speak And Attest. More Than Ever The Things We Can Live With Are Falling Away, And Ousting Them, Filling Their Place, A Will With No Image. Will Beneath Crusts Which Readily Crack Whenever The Act Inside Swells And Seeks New Borders.

In The Difficult Are The Friendly Forces, The Hands That Work On Us.

More Belongs To Marriage Than Four Legs In A Bed.

I Believe That Nothing That Is Real Can Pass Away.

This Is The Miracle That Happens Every Time To Those Who Really Love: The More They Give, The More They Possess.