Perhaps When Distant People On Other Planets

There Is A Spider Called Amaurobius, Which Lives In A Burrow And Has Its Young In The Late Summer, And Then It Dies When The Frosts Begin, And The Young Spiders Live Through The Cold By Eating Their Mother's Dead Body. One Can't Believe That's An Accident. I Don't Know That I Imagined God As Having Thought It All Out, But Somehow He Was Connected With The Pattern, He Was The Pattern.

They Are Universal Places, Like Churches, Hallowed Meeting Places Of All Mankind.

Nothing Is More Beautifully And Acceptably Self-assertive Than Good Singing.

Art Is Not Cozy And It Is Not Mocked. Art Tells The Only Truth That Ultimately Matters. It Is The Light By Which Human Things Can Be Mended. And After Art There Is, Let Me Assure You All, Nothing.

Another Person's Illness Is Often Harder To Bear Than One's Own.