The Human Heart Is Vast Enough To

It's Only Those Who Do Nothing That Make No Mistakes, I Suppose.

This Magnificent Butterfly Finds A Little Heap Of Dirt And Sits Still On It; But Man Will Never On His Heap Of Mud Keep Still.

In The Empty Immensity Of Earth, Sky, And Water, There She Was, Incomprehensible, Firing Into A Continent.

There Is Never Enough Time To Say Our Last Word-the Last Word Of Our Love, Of Our Desire, Faith, Remorse, Submission, Revolt.

Who Would Care To Question The Ground Of Forgiveness Or Compassion.