There Is No Dusk To

A Man Who Lives, Not By What He Loves But What He Hates, Is A Sick Man.

A World Ends When Its Metaphor Has Died.

There Is No Dusk To Be, There Is No Dawn That Was, Only There's Now, And Now, And The Wind In The Grass.

How Shall Freedom Be Defended? By Arms When It Is Attacked By Arms, By Truth When It Is Attacked By Lies, By Faith When It Is Attacked By Authoritarian Dogma. Always, In The Final Act, By Determination And Faith.

Journalism Is Concerned With Events, Poetry With Feelings. Journalism Is Concerned With The Look Of The World, Poetry With The Feel Of The World.