People Talk About How Wonderful The World

I Got Four Volumes Of The Letters And Speeches Of Oliver Cromwell. He Is Prominent Among The Great Unread, And Treated So Oddly By History That I Wanted To Hear His Side Of Things.

Ordinary Things Have Always Seemed Numinous To Me

I Wrote Almost All Of It In The Deepest Hope And Conviction. Sifting My Thoughts And Choosing My Words. Trying To Say What Was True. And I'll Tell You Frankly, That Was Wonderful.

--"there Is No Justice In Love...it Is Only The Glimpse Or Parable Of An Incomprehensible Reality... The Eternal Breaking In On The The Temporal.

There Is So Little To Remember Of Anyone - An Anecdote, A Conversation At A Table. But Every Memory Is Turned Over And Over Again, Every Word, However Chance, Written In The Heart In The Hope That Memory Will Fulfill Itself, And Become Flesh, And That The Wanderers Will Find A Way Home, And The Perished, Whose Lack We Always Feel, Will Step Through The Door Finally And Stroke Our Hair With Dreaming Habitual Fondness Not Having Meant To Keep Us Waiting Long.