The End Of All Our Exploring Will

In My Beginning Is My End.

Success Is Relative. It Is What We Make Of The Mess We Have Made Of Things.

In The Last Few Years Everything I'd Done Up To Sixty Or So Has Seemed Very Childish.

That Is Not It At All, That Is Not What I Meant, At All.

Our Emotions Are Only “incidents” In The Effort To Keep Day And Night Together.