Promiscuous ... Was A Word I Had

There Is Nothing Harder To Come By Than Detachment And Solitude; And Nothing More Important.

Slowly The Wasters And Despoilers Are Impoverishing Our Land, Our Nature, And Our Beauty, So That There Will Not Be One Beach, One Hill, One Lane, One Meadow, One Forest Free From The Debris Of Man And The Stigma Of His Improvidence.

You Cannot Throw Words Like Heroism And Sacrifice And Nobility And Honor Away Without Abandoning The Qualities They Express.

Surely The Hold Of Great Music On The Listener Is Precisely This: That The Listener Is Made Whole; And At The Same Time Part Of An Image Of Infinite Grace And Grandeur Which Is Creation.

Until We Know What Motivates The Hearts And Minds Of Men We Can Understand Nothing Outside Ourselves, Nor Will We Ever Reach Fulfillment As That Greatest Miracle Of All, The Human Being.