There Still Might Be A Place For

All That I Know Is That I Believe In The Sound Of Music And The Running Of A Horse. All Else Is Squabble.

People Are Strange: They Are Constantly Angered By Trivial Things, But On A Major Matter Like Totally Wasting Their Lives, They Hardly Seem To Notice.

That's How It Is With Books, Isn't It: They're Not In A Hurry. They'll Wait For You Till You're Ready. People Empty Me. I Have To Go Away To Refill.

They Swallow God Without Thinking, They Swallow Country Without Thinking. Soon They Forget How To Think, They Let Others Think For Them.

If It Doesn't Come Bursting Out Of You In Spite Of Everything, Don’t Do It.