The Dripping Blood Our Only Drink, The

I Grow Old … I Grow Old … I Shall Wear The Bottoms Of My Trousers Rolled.

If One Has To Earn A Living, Therefore, The Safest Occupation Is That Most Remote From The Arts.

The Soul Of Man Must Quicken To Creation.

Between The Idea And The Reality Between The Motion And The Act Falls The Shadow For Thine Is The Kingdom Between The Conception And The Creation Between The Emotion And The Response Falls The Shadow Life Is Very Long Between The Desire And The Spasm Between The Potency And The Existence Between The Essence And The Descent Falls The Shadow For Thine Is The Kingdom For Thine Is Life Is For Thine Is The This Is The Way The World Ends This Is The Way The World Ends This Is The Way The World Ends Not With A Bang But A Whimper.

He Had A Mind So Fine That No Idea Could Violate It