Nobody Can Be Kinder Than

... Into The Novel Goes Such Taste As I Have For Rational Behaviour And Social Portraiture. The Short Story, As I See It To Be, Allows For What Is Crazy About Humanity: Obstinacies, Inordinate Heroisms, "immortal Longings.

Fantasy Is Toxic: The Private Cruelty And The World War Both Have Their Start In The Heated Brain.

All Your Youth You Want To Have Your Greatness Taken For Granted; When You Find It Taken For Granted, You Are Unnerved.

I Suspect Victims; They Win In The Long Run.

Where Would The Irish Be Without Someone To Be Irish At?