Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
the arts are life accelerated and concentrated.
I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.
Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.
I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.