Time Will Say Nothing But I Told

An Unmanly Sort Of Man Whose Love Life Seems To Have Been Largely Confined To Crying In Laps And Playing Mouse.

Fate Succumbs Many A Species: One Alone Jeopardises Itself.

About Suffering They Were Never Wrong, The Old Masters; How Well They Understood Its Human Position; How It Takes Place While Someone Else Is Eating Or Opening A Window Or Just Walking Dully Along.

Health Is The State About Which Medicine Has Nothing To Say.

You Owe It To All Of Us All Get On With What You're Good At.