Now That The Lilacs Are In Bloom

The Only Wisdom We Can Hope To Acquire Is The Wisdom Of Humility: Humility Is Endless. The Houses Are All Gone Under The Sea. The Dancers Are All Gone Under The Hill.

War Is Not A Life: It Is A Situation, One Which May Neither Be Ignored Nor Accepted.

We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced Of Too Little. Our Literature Is A Substitute For Religion, And So Is Our Religion.

The Civil War Is Not Ended: I Question Whether Any Serious Civil War Ever Does End.

All Art Emulates The Condition Of Ritual. That Is What It Comes From And To That It Must Always Return For Nourishment.