I Hope That One Or Two Immortal

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

But Childhood Prolonged, Cannot Remain A Fairyland. It Becomes A Hell.

What We Suffer, What We Endure, What We Muff, What We Kill, What We Miss, What We Are Guilty Of, Is Done By Us, As Individuals, In Private.

I Have Lost Faith In Universal Panaceas - Work Is The One Thing In Which I Really Believe.

A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up For A Thousand Blows.