Life Is The Game That Must Be

Were It Not For Love, Poor Life Would Be A Ship Not Worth Launching.

Do You Hear The Children Singing?

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

And We Who Delve In Beauty's Lore Know All That We Have Known Before Of What Inexorable Cause Makes Time So Vicious In His Reaping.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.