The Past And Future / Are Conquered,

If We Really Want To Pray We Must First Learn To Listen, For In The Silence Of The Heart God Speaks.

I Was Too Slow A Mover To Be A Boxer. It Was Much Easier To Be A Poet.

In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

Accident Is Design / And Design Is Accident / In A Cloud Of Unknowing.

The Dripping Blood Our Only Drink, The Bloody Flesh Our Only Food: In Spite Of Which We Like To Think That We Are Sound, Substantial Flesh And Blood Again, In Spite Of That, We Call This Friday Good.