A Five-year Old Is In A Pretty

Slum Kids Die Slowly, Their Lives Eroded At So Languid A Pace That Even They Would Have Trouble Tracing The Disintegration. To The Children Of War Death Explodes Like A Car Bomb.

There Is Nothing Like A Man For Bringing Out The Animal In An Animal.

A Library Should Be Like A Pair Of Open Arms.

Friends Are Lights In Winter; The Older The Friend, The Brighter The Light.

Death Is Too Much For Men To Bear, Whereas Women, Who Are Practiced In Bearing The Deaths Of Men Before Their Own And Who Are Alsopracticed In Bearing Life, Take Death Almost In Stride. They Go To Meet Death--that Is, They Attempt Suicide--twice As Often As Men, Though Men Are More "successful" Because They Use Surer Weapons, Like Guns.