If Childhood Is Still A

Suffering Is As Necessary To Entertaining As Vermouth Is To A Martini - A Small But Vital Ingredient.

Sons Do Not Need You. They Are Always Out Of Your Reach, Walking Strange Waters.

Stir The Eggnog, Lift The Toddy, Happy New Year Everybody.

Praise Is Warming And Desirable. But It Is An Earned Thing. It Has To Be Deserved, Like A Hug From A Child.

One Applauds The Industry Of Professional Philanthropy. But It Has Its Dangers. After A While The Private Heart Begins To Harden. We Fling Letters Into The Wastebasket, Are Abrupt To Telephoned Solicitations. Charity Withers In The Incessant Gale.