Their Souls Were Contagious. ...

If You Spend Too Long Trying To Avoid Death, You Will Be Dead In At Least One Way.

My Literary Career Was A Fluke. Utterly Unexpected.

People Perish. Books Are Immortal.

If One First Gives Himself To The Lord, All Other Giving Is Easy.

By Dawn He Had Surrendered, Gratefully, To The Old Inertia, The Product Of Always Seeing Both Sides Of Every Question.