Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And

I Have Always Knocked At The Door Of That Wonderful And Terrible Enigma Which Is Life.

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy Did Not Produce A Prose Of That Creative Height Or It Did So After Centuries.

The New Man Is Born Too Old To Tolerate The New World. The Present Conditions Of Life Have Not Yet Erased The Traces Of The Past. We Run Too Fast, But We Still Do Not Move Enough. He Looks But He Does Not Contemplate, He Sees But He Does Not Think.

Holidays - Have No Pity.

Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make Just One.