How Wonderful To Be Alive, He Thought.

In Every Generation There Has To Be Some Fool Who Will Speak The Truth As He Sees It.

What Is Laid Down, Ordered, Factual Is Never Enough To Embrace The Whole Truth: Life Always Spills Over The Rim Of Every Cup.

It Is No Longer Possible For Lyric Poetry To Express The Immensity Of Our Experience. Life Has Grown Too Cumbersome, Too Complicated. We Have Acquired Values Which Are Best Expressed In Prose.

Love Is Not Weakness. It Is Strong. Only The Sacrament Of Marriage Can Contain It.

I Used To Be Very Revolutionary, But Now I Think That Nothing Can Be Gained By Brute Force. People Must Be Drawn To Good By Goodness.