It's Compassion That Makes Gods Of Us.

If Something Anticipated Arrives Too Late It Finds Us Numb, Wrung Out From Waiting, And We Feel - Nothing At All. The Best Things Arrive On Time.

Perhaps We Clutch At Life Only When We Have Never Lived Or Trusted It. Then Death Seems The Last And Greatest Defeat, The End Of Something Never Felt.

It's Compassion That Makes Gods Of Us.

Will Anything But Fanaticism Make For Change? Wisdom And Compromise Come Later.

Sometimes I Think We're All Tightrope Walkers Suspended On A Wire Two Thousand Feet In The Air, And So Long As We Never Look Down We're Okay, But Some Of Us Lose Momentum And Look Down For A Second And Are Never Quite The Same Again: We Know.