Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

Succession planning often results in the selection of a weaker representation of yourself..

Having the certitude of a succession of days... equally free and beautiful, peace descends on me..

That is life. Just one long succession of misunderstandings and rash acts and what not. Absolutely..

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits..

life is a succession of readjustments..

Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving..

The life of man is but a succession of vain hopes and groundless fears..