Ash On An Old Man's Sleeve /

And The End And The Beginning Were Always There Before The Beginning And After The End.

It Is Not Necessarily Those Lands Which Are The Most Fertile Or Most Favored In Climate That Seem To Me The Happiest, But Those In Which A Long Struggle Of Adaptation Between Man And His Environment Has Brought Out The Best Qualities Of Both.

Time Past And Time Future Allow But A Little Consciousness. To Be Conscious Is Not To Be In Time.

The Nightingales Are Singing Near The Convent Of The Sacred Heart, And Sang Within The Bloody Wood When Agamemnon Cried Aloud, And Let Their Liquid Siftings Fall To Stain The Stiff Dishonored Shroud.

It's Not Wise To Violate Rules Until You Know How To Observe Them.