The Law Of Evolution Is That The

The End Justifies The Means. But What If There Never Is An End? All We Have Is Means.

Greed Puts Out The Sun.

Hardly Anybody Ever Writes Anything Nice About Introverts. Extroverts Rule. This Is Rather Odd When You Realise That About Nineteen Writers Out Of Twenty Are Introverts. We Are Been Taught To Be Ashamed Of Not Being 'outgoing'. But A Writer's Job Is Ingoing.

When Action Grows Unprofitable, Gather Information; When Information Grows Unprofitable, Sleep.

The Living Tongue That Tells The Word, The Living Ear That Hears It, Bind And Bond Us In The Communion We Long For In The Silence Of Our Inner Solitude.