All Of Our Lives Are

Life Is Brutal That Way ... The Loss Of Irrecoverable Moments Amid Trivia And Distraction.

The Victorians, They Were Like The Germans In World War Ii. They Could Not Stop Recording Details About Their Lives And Their Age.

Merely To Live Without A Pain Is Little Gladness, Little Gain, Ah, Welcome Joy Tho' Mixt With Grief-- The Thorn-set Flower That Crowns The Leaf.

No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished, Merely Abandoned.

It's One Of The Strangest Attributes Of This Profession That When We Writers Get Exhausted Writing One Thing, We Relax By Writing Another.