Quotes

When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.

Battles have been won though lost
And lost though seemingly won;
And the faith of the cross is but a Phoenix
That rose from the ashes of a cold crucifixion.

Time may seem to wait for the coy lady
Even as it hastens on, or is gone already.

Time may seem to wait for the coy lady
Even as it hastens on, or is gone already.

Hiroshima was the harvest of death that forced
A dead-end on the Holocaust,
Proving that even “evil” can serve the “good” end
Of those who prove to be its friend?

Time does not heal wounds inflicted with forethought.

Evil is never ameliorated
by being tolerated.

Brief may be the earthly span of our grief;
Does that belie their anguish who have grieved?

Is a sting effaced by a pain that proves to be brief?
Or a victory not its kind for being short-lived?

Is a sting effaced by a pain that proves to be brief?
Or a victory not its kind for being short-lived?