There Is Love Of Course. And Then

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

God Is On Everyone's Side... And In The Last Analysis, He Is On The Side With Plenty Of Money And Large Armies.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.