The Land Belongs To The Future.

There Is Often A Good Deal Of The Child Left In People Who Have Had To Grow Up Too Soon.

Where There Is Great Love There Are Always Miracles.

I Suppose There Were Moonless Nights And Dark Ones With But A Silver Shaving And Pale Stars In The Sky, But I Remember Them All As Flooded With The Rich Indolence Of A Full Moon.

Men Travel Faster Now, But I Do Not Know If They Go To Better Things.

Yes, And Because We Grow Old We Become More And More The Stuff Our Forbears Put Into Us. I Can Feel His Savagery Strengthen In Me. We Think We Are So Individual And So Misunderstood When We Are Young; But The Nature Our Strain Of Blood Carries Is Inside There, Waiting, Like Our Skeleton.