To Some Will Come A Time When

Are We No Greater Than The Noise We Make Along One Blind Atomic Pilgrimage Whereon By Crass Chance Billeted We Go Because Our Brains And Bones And Cartilage Will Have It So?

It Is Impossible To Understand The Economic System In Which We Are Living If We Try To Interpret It As A Rational Scheme.it Has To Be Understood As An Awkward Phase In A Continuing Process Of Historical Development.

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

No Matter What We Are, And What We Sing, Time Finds A Withered Leaf In Every Laurel

Were It Not For Love, Poor Life Would Be A Ship Not Worth Launching.