Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

How Terrible The Need For God.

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."

What We Need Is More People Who Specialize In The Impossible.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.