I Think You Always Feel Braver In

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

Problems Of Human Behavior Still Continue To Baffle Us, But At Least In The Library We Have Them Properly Filed.

Fiction Is The Great Repository Of The Moral Sense. The Wicked Get Punished.

Life Is A Pilgrimage And If You Don't Play By The Rules You Don't Find The Road To Damascus, You Find The Crown Of Thorns.

The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television With Nancy, Or I Write. It Is Difficult, Not Having A Family, And It Is Difficult To Explain. I Always Go To Bed Early. And I Am Always Ready For Monday Morning, That Time That Other People Dread.