Not Fare Well, But Fare Forward

I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.

I Say To You: Make Perfect Your Will. / I Say: Take No Thought Of The Harvest, / But Only Of Proper Sowing.

There Is Not A More Repulsive Spectacle Than On Old Man Who Will Not Forsake The World, Which Has Already Forsaken Him.

As We Grow Older, The World Becomes Stranger, The Pattern More Complicated Of Dead And Living.

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation.