Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.
The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.
Art is the god you have not seen.
It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it.
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay.
Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.