The Lord Survives The Rainbow Of His

Talking About The Past Is Like A Cat's Trying To Explain Climbing Down A Ladder.

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

In The End, There Is No End.

I Will Catch Christ With A Greased Worm, And When The Prince Of Darkness Stalks My Bloodstream To Its Stygian Term . . . On Water The Man-fisher Walks.

I Want To Apologize For Plaguing You With So Many Telephone Calls Last November And December. When The 'enthusiasm' Is Coming On Me It Is Accompanied By A Feverish Reaching Out To My Friends. After Its Over I Wince And Wither.