Childhood Is A Disease - A Sickness

My Father Was Very Musical, And Music Plays Quite A Large Part In My Life.

No Human Endeavour Can Ever Be Wholly Good... It Must Always Have A Cost.

He Who Rides The Sea Of The Nile Must Have Sails Woven Of Patience.

The Candle-buds Opened Their Wide White Flowers....their Scent Spilled Out Into The Air And Took Possession Of The Island.

One Tries To Tell A Truth, And One Hopes That The Truth Has A General Application Rather Than Just A Specific One.