I Can Connect Nothing With

Yeats Was The Greatest Poet Of Our Times . . . Certainly The Greatest In This Language, And So Far As I Am Able To Judge, In Any Language.

Fading, Fading: Strength Beyond Hope And Despair Climbing The Third Stair. Lord, I Am Not Worthy Lord, I Am Not Worthy But Speak The Word Only.

Those Who Arrive At The End Of The Journey Are Not Those Who Began.

The Winter Evening Settles Down With Smell Of Steaks In Passageways.

Winter Kept Us Warm, Covering Earth In Forgetful Snow