Is It Not Love That Knows How

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

I Recall Drinking Sherry In California And Dreaming Of England, Where I Ate Dalmoth And Dreamed Of Delhi. What Is The Purpose, I Wonder, Of All This Restlessness? I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.

I Just Love Music - By No Stretch Of The Imagination Am I Professionally Competent.

Think Of Many Things. Never Place Your Happiness In One Person's Power. Be Just To Yourself.

To Not Be Able To Love The One You Love Is To Have Your Life Wrenched Away.