I Write For The Same Reason I

The Whole World Might Know You And Acclaim You, But Someone In The Past, Forever Unreachable, Forever Unknowing, Spoils It All.

I Am The Beneficiary Of A Lucky Break In The Genetic Sweepstakes.

John Dalton's Records, Carefully Preserved For A Century, Were Destroyed During The World War Ii Bombing Of Manchester. It Is Not Only The Living Who Are Killed In War.

It Seems To Me That God Is A Convenient Invention Of The Human Mind

Past Glories Are Poor Feeding.