But The More Poetry One Reads The

Can One Do Nothing For The Dead? And For A Long Time The Answer Had Been - Nothing!

Who Is To Decide Between 'let It Be' And 'force It'?

It Is Of Immense Importance To Learn To Laugh At Ourselves.

I Love The Evening Star. Does That Sound Foolish? I Used To Go Into The Backyard, After Sunset, And Wait For It Until It Shone Above The Dark Gum Tree. I Used To Whisper 'there You Are, My Darling.' And Just In That First Moment It Seemed To Be Shining For Me Alone. It Seemed To Understand This ... Something Which Is Like Longing, And Yet It Is Not Longing. Or Regret - It Is More Like Regret.

There Are Always These Moments In Life When The Limits Of Suffering Are Reached And We Become Heroes And Heroines.