The Tiger Springs In The New Year.

The Single Rose Is Now The Garden Where All Loves End

Trying To Use Words, And Every Attempt Is A Wholly New Start, And A Different Kind Of Failure Because One Has Only Learnt To Get The Better Of Words For The Thing One No Longer Has To Say, Or The Way In Which One Is No Longer Disposed To Say It. And So Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

History Has Many Cunning Passages, Contrived Corridors And Issues.

Tradition: How The Vitality Of The Past Enriches The Life Of The Present.

Humankind Can't Stand Too Much Reality.