I Have Tipped Waiters, And I Have

It Is A Mysterious Thing, The Loss Of Faith-as Mysterious As Faith Itself. Like Faith, It Is Ultimately Not Rooted In Logic; It Is A Change In The Climate Of The Mind.

He Wears A Mask, And His Face Grows To Fit It.

Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree I Sold You And You Sold Me--

To A Surprising Extent The War-lords In Shining Armour, The Apostles Of Martial Virtues, Tend Not To Die Fighting When Time Comes. History Is Full Of Ignominious Getaways By The Great And Famous.

If You Want To Keep A Secret, You Must Also Hide It From Yourself.