I Don't Have A Very Logical And

What I Know Is, You Have Chance In Life--of Surviving It--if You Tolerate Loss Well; Manage Not To Be A Cynic Through It All; To Subordinate, As Ruskin Implied, To Keep Proportion, To Connect The Unequal Things Into A Whole That Preserves The Good, Even If Admittedly Good Is Often Not Simple To Find.

Any Rainy Summer Morning, Of Course, Has The Seeds Of Gloomy Alienation Sown In. But A Rainy Summer Morning Far From Home - When Your Personal Clouds Don't Move But Hang - Can Easily Produce The Feeling Of The World As Seen From The Grave. This I Know.

For A Time After My Divorce Everything Began To Seem Profoundly Ironic To Me. I Found Myself Thinking Of Other Peoples' Worries As Sources Of Amusement And Private Derision Which I Thought About At Night To Make Myself Feel Better.

At Heart, Of Course, A Story Itself Is Consolation's Instrument.

There Are More People In America That Love Guns And Want Guns For Themselves And Everyone Else Than There Are Not. It Is Also True That Liberals Who Don't Want Guns Are Puny By And Large. They're Not Risking Anything, All They're Doing Is Saying They Don't Like Something. Liberals Are Quick To Say This Should Happen And This Should Not Happen, But They Don't Do Anything About It Much.