I Cannot Find My Way: There Is

I Cannot Find My Way: There Is No Star In All The Shrouded Heavens Anywhere

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.

The World Is A Kind Of Spiritual Kindergarten Where Millions Of Bewildered Infants Are Trying To Spell "god" With The Wrong Blocks.

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.