It's Always Our Touches Of Vanity That

My Trouble Is I'm The Sort Of Writer Who Only Finds Out What He's Getting At By The Time He's Got To The End Of It.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.

There May Always Be Another Reality To Make Fiction Of The Truth We Think We've Arrived At.

Imagination Is The Wide-open Eye Which Leads Us Always To See Truth More Vividly.

Thank God Our Time Is Now When Wrong Comes Up To Meet Us Everywhere Never To Leave Us Till We Take, The Greatest Stride Of The Soul Man Ever Took. Affairs Are Now Soul Size The Enterprise Is Exploration Unto God. Where Are You Making For? It Takes So Many Thousand Years To Wake. But Will You Wake For Pity's Sake?