The End Is Where We

War Is Not A Life: It Is A Situation, One Which May Neither Be Ignored Nor Accepted.

But At My Back From Time To Time I Hear The Sound Of Horns And Motors, Which Shall Bring Sweeney To Mrs. Porter In The Spring. O The Moon Shone Bright On Mrs. Porter And On Her Daughter They Wash Their Feet In Soda Water.

We See The Light But See Not Whence It Comes. O Light Invisible, We Glorify Thee!

Should I, After Tea And Cakes And Ices, Have The Strength To Force The Moment To Its Crisis?

The Greatness Of Literature Cannot Be Determined Solely By Literary Standards Though We Must Remember That Whether It Is Literature Or Not Can Be Determined Only By Literary Standards.