Ah, But You See, I

God Is Not Love In The East. He Is Power, Although Mercy May Temper It.

I'm A Holy Man Minus The Holiness.

By The Side Of The Everlasting Why There Is A Yes--a Transitory Yes If You Like, But A Yes.

The Armour Of Falsehood Is Subtly Wrought Out Of Darkness, And Hides A Man Not Only From Others, But From His Own Soul.

The Work Of Art Assumes The Existence Of The Perfect Spectator, And Is Indifferent To The Fact That No Such Person Exists.