Men Tighten The Knot Of

If We Really Want To Pray We Must First Learn To Listen, For In The Silence Of The Heart God Speaks.

Footfalls Echo In The Memory, Down The Passage We Did Not Take, Towards The Door We Never Opened, Into The Rose Garden.

An Editor Should Tell The Author His Writing Is Better Than It Is. Not A Lot Better, A Little Better.

We Are The Hollow Men We Are The Stuffed Men Leaning Together...

I Am No Prophet-and Here's No Great Matter.