Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The Geometries That Circumscribe Your Working Life Draw Norrower And Norrower Until Nothing Fits Inside Them Anymore.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

There Is Something Pagan In Me That I Cannot Shake Off. In Short, I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.