Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded Feelings.

In The Face Of Evil, Detachment Is A Dubious Virtue.

If There Is One Lesson Rome Teaches, It Is That Matter Is Good; In Rome The Holy And The Homely Rise And Converge.

We Are All Proprietary Toward Cities We Love. 'ah, You Should Have Seen Her When I Loved Her!' We Say, Reciting Glories Since Faded Or Defiled, Trusting Her To No One Else; That Others Should Know And Love Her In Her Present Fallen State (for She Must Fall Without Our Vigilant Love) Is A Species Of Betrayal.

Desire Creates Its Own Object.

Belief Sometimes Precedes Understanding; Faith Sometimes Precedes Scientific Evidence.