Thoughts Fly And Words Go On Foot.

Let Us Hope That Good Authors Who Are Bad Christians Will Find Salvation Through The Books They Write.

Our Life Is A Book That Writes Itself And Whose Principal Themes Sometimes Escape Us. We Are Like Characters In A Novel Who Do Not Always Understand What The Author Wants Of Them.

Anti-clericalism And Non-belief, Have Their Bigots Just As Orthodoxy Does.

Yesterday, Happiness Came In Suddenly, As It Used To, And Remained For A Moment In The Great, Dark, Silent Drawing Room.

I Enter The World Called Real As One Enters A Mist.