The Mountains Of Today Are The Molehills

Truth, Like The Burgeoning Of A Bulb Under The Soil, However Deeply Sown, Will Make Its Way To The Light.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

To Have Faith In Divine Protection Is Good, But Even Beter If Backed By The Pratical Assistance Heaven Has A Right To Expect From Sensible Mortals.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.

You Cannot Demand Truth, And Then Select Half And Throw The Inconvenient Remainder Away.