The More Faithfully You Listen To The

You Wake From Dreams Of Doom And--for A Moment--you Know: Beyond All The Noise And The Gestures, The Only Real Thing, Love's Calm Unwavering Flame In The Half-light Of An Early Dawn.

In The Last Analysis, It Is Our Conception Of Death Which Decides Our Answers To All The Questions That Life Puts To Us.

I Am The Vessel. The Draft Is God's. And God Is The Thirsty One.

He Who Wants To Keep His Garden Tidy Doesn't Reserve A Plot For Weeds.

He Is One Of Those Who Has Had The Wilderness For A Pillow, And Called A Star His Brother. Alone. But Loneliness Can Be A Communion.