He Had A Mind So Fine That

Trying To Use Words, And Every Attempt Is A Wholly New Start, And A Different Kind Of Failure Because One Has Only Learnt To Get The Better Of Words For The Thing One No Longer Has To Say, Or The Way In Which One Is No Longer Disposed To Say It. And So Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

Amongst The Rock One Cannot Stop Or Think

The End Is In The Beginning.

If You Aren't In Over Your Head, How Do You Know How Tall You Are?

The End Is Where We Start From.