Word - That Invisible Dagger.

Philosophers Write For Professors; Thinkers For Writers.

Whenever I Happen To Be In A City Of Any Size, I Marvel That Riots Do Not Break Out Everyday: Massacres, Unspeakable Carnage, A Doomsday Chaos. How Can So Many Human Beings Coexist In A Space So Confined Without Hating Each Other To Death?

Intelligence Flourishes Only In The Ages When Belief Withers.

What Does The Future, That Half Of Time, Matter To The Man Who Is Infatuated With Eternity?

To Live Signifies To Believe And Hope - To Lie And To Lie To Oneself.