You Are The Music While The Music

The Soul Of Man Must Quicken To Creation.

Simple And Faithless As A Smile And Shake Of The Hand.

Can We Only Love Something Created In Our Own Imaginations?

It Is Impossible To Say Just What I Mean!

In Spite Of All The Dishonour, The Broken Standards, The Broken Lives, The Broken Faith In One Place Or Another, There Was Something Left That Was More Than The Tales Of Old Men On Winter Evenings.