non peccat, quaecumque potest peccasse negare, br solaque famosam culpa professa facit. br br Amores, III, xiv br br I love my work and my children. God br Is distant, difficult. Things happen. br Too near the ancient troughs of blood br Innocence is no earthly weapon. br br I have learned one thing: not to look down br So much upon the damned. They, in their sphere, br Harmonize strangely with the divine br Love. I, in mine, celebrate the love-choir.