Friends Are Lights In Winter; The Older

For Those At Home, As Well As For Those In Battle, War Is Curiously Disabling. The Mere Realization That One's Country Is At War Poisons The Bloodstream, Creates An Incessant Mood Of Worry That Infiltrates Even The Most Casual Moments.

If The Sad Truth Be Known, Writers, Being The Misfits We Are, Probably Ought Not To Belong To Families In The First Place. We Simply Are Too Self-interested, Though We May Excuse The Flaw By Calling It 'focused.'

Get Rid Of The Guns. We Had The Second Amendment That Said You Have The Right To Bear Arms. I Haven't Seen The British Really Coming By My House Looking For It. And Besides, The Right To Bear Arms Is Not An Absolute Right Anyway, As New York's Sullivan Law Proves. We Talk About Ourselves As A Violent Society, And Some Of That Is Right And Some Of It Is Claptrap. But I Think If You Took Away The Guns, And I Mean Really Take Away The Guns, Not What Congress Is Doing Now, You Would See That Violent Society Diminish Considerably.

The Trick In Foraging For A Tooth Lost In Coffee Grounds Is Not To Be Misled By The Clumps. The Only Way To Be Sure Is To Rub Each Clump Between Your Thumb And Index Finger, Which Makes A Mess Of Your Hands.

Whatever You Think Matters - Doesn't. Follow This Rule, And You Will Add Decades To Your Life.