To Some Will Come A Time When

I Don't Say What God Is, But A Name That Somehow Answers Us When We Are Driven To Feel And Think How Little We Have To Do With What We Are.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

The World Is A Kind Of Spiritual Kindergarten Where Millions Of Bewildered Infants Are Trying To Spell "god" With The Wrong Blocks.