Life Is A Memory, And Then It

The Voice Of The Almighty Speaks Most Profoundly In Such Things As Lives In Silence Themselves.

They Say Death Comes Like A Thief In The Night, Where Is He? I'll Hug His Neck.

Men Of God And Men Of War Have Strange Affinities.

No Lists Of Things To Be Done. The Day Providential To Itself. The Hour. There Is No Later. This Is Later. All Things Of Grace And Beauty Such That One Holds Them To One's Heart Have A Common Provenance In Pain. Their Birth In Grief And Ashes.

It Just Bothered Me That You Might Think I'm Somethin Special. I Aint.