My Mentors Grow Old And

A Great Reader Seldom Recognizes His Solitude.

The Trouble With The Young People Today Is That It Is They Who Are Young.

The Dignified Catastrophes Of Tragedy Bear Little Resemblance To The Slow Ruin Inflicted By Life.

A Theology Whose God Is A Metaphor Is Wasting Its Time.

The Family Is On Its Way Out; Couples Go Next; Then No More Keeping Cats Or Parrots.