The Biography Of A Writer - Or

Judgment Is Contained In The Act Of Trying To Understand.

I Know My Father And My Mother, But Beyond That I Cannot Go. My Ancestry Is Blurred.

And It Was Strange, I Thought, That Sorrow Lasts And Can Make A Man Look Forward To Death, But The Mood Of Victory Fills A Moment And Then Is Over

It Was A Good Place For Getting Lost In, A City No One Ever Knew, A City Explored From The Neutral Heart Outward, Until After Many Years, It Defined Itself Into A Jumble Of Clearings Separated By Stretches Of The Unknown, Through Which The Narrowest Of Paths Had Been Cut.

Men Need History; It Helps Them To Have An Idea Of Who They Are. But History, Like Sanctity, Can Reside In The Heart; It Is Enough That There Is Something There.