It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep

Reverence Is A Good Thing, And Part Of Its Value Is That The More We Revere A Man, The More Sharply Are We Struck By Anything In Him (and There Is Always Much) That Is Incongruous With His Greatness.

Strange When You Come To Think Of It, That Of All Countless Folk Who Have Lived On This Planet, Not One Is Known In History Or In Legend As Having Died Of Laughter.

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.

The Non-conformist Conscience Makes Cowards Of Us All.

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.