Wrinkles And Bones, White Hair And Diamonds:

It Was The Most Haunting Room I've Ever Seen. Because You Know What's In It? All The Left­overs, All The Paraphernalia That The Different Condemned Men Had Had With Them In The "holding" Cells.

I Remember Things The Way They Should Have Been.

Clocks Indeed Must Have Their Sacrifice: What Is Death But An Offering To Time And Eternity?

I've Never Been A Teacher In My Life.

Any Work Of Art, Provided It Springs From A Sincere Motivation To Further Understanding Between People, Is An Act Of Faith And Therefore Is An Act Of Love.