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The Three Foundations Of Judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, And Frequent Mistakes.

Man Cannot Call The Brimming Instant Back; Time's An Affair Of Instants Spun To Days; If Man Must Make An Instant Gold, Or Black, Let Him, He May; But Time Must Go His Ways. Life May Be Duller For An Instant's Blaze. Life's An Affair Of Instants Spun To Years, Instants Are Only Cause Of All These Tears.

My Road Leads Me Seawards To The White Dipping Sails.

Heaven To Me's A Fair Blue Stretch Of Sky, Earth's Jest A Dusty Road.

From '41 To '51i Was My Folk's Contrary Son;i Bit My Father's Hand Right Throughand Broke My Mother's Heart In Two.