Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal.

To Make An End Is To Make A Beginning.

For Most Of Us, There Is Only The Unattended Moment, The Moment In And Out Of Time, The Distraction Fit, Lost In A Shaft Of Sunlight, The Wild Thyme Unseen, Or The Winter Lightning Or The Waterfall, Or Music Heard So Deeply That It Is Not Heard At All, But You Are The Music While The Music Lasts

Destiny Waits In The Hand Of God, Not In The Hands Of Statesmen.

If You Do Not Push The Boundaries, You Will Never Know Where They Are.

As She Laughed I Was Aware Of Becoming Involved In Her Laughter And Being Part Of It, Until Her Teeth Were Only Accidental Stars With A Talent For Squad-drill.