Negative People Present Us With An Accelereted

I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

If There Is Such A Thing As Sin In This World, I Think It Must Be Shutting Oneself Up Against Hope.

You're Supposed To Get Tired Planting Bulbs. But It's An Agreeable Tiredness.

What Did A Few Ripples In The Flesh Matter When, All Too Soon, Now Or Later, That Flesh Would Be Making Its Return Journey To Dust?

Actors Between Plays Are Like Ghosts Looking For Bodies To Inhabit.