The Great Tragedy Of Life Is Not

As You Give Out, So Shall You Receive.

No Thought Is Born In Me That Does Not Bear The Image Of Death.

When They Asked Michelangelo How He Made His Statue Of David He Is Reported To Have Said, "it Is Easy. You Just Chip Away The Stone That Doesn't Look Like David.

I Am Still Learning. (at Age 87)

Led By Long Years To My Last Hours, Too Late, O World, I Know Your Joys For What They Are. You Promise A Peace Which Is Not Yours To Give And The Repose That Dies Before It Is Born. The Years Of Fear And Shame To Which Heaven Now Set A Term, Renew Nothing In Me But The Old Sweet Error In Which, Living Overlong A Man Kills His Soul With No Gain To His Body. I Say And I Know Having Put It To The Proof, That He Has The Better Part In Heaven Whose Death Falls Nearest His Birth.