I'm Breathing . . . Are You

Even At Our Birth, Death Does But Stand Aside A Little. And Every Day He Looks Toward Us And Muses Somewhat To Himself Whether That Day Or The Next He Will Draw Nigh.

When A Man Takes An Oath... He's Holding His Own Self In His Own Hands. Like Water.

This Account Of Him [thomas More] Developed As I Wrote: What First Attracted Me Was A Person Who Could Not Be Accused Of Any Incapacity For Life, Who Indeed Seized Life In Great Variety And Almost Greedy Quantities, Who Nevertheless Found Something In Himself Without Which Life Was Valueless And When That Was Denied Him Was Able To Grasp His Death.

Thomas More: Will, I'd Trust You With My Life. But Not Your Principles. You See, We Speak Of Being Anchored To Our Principles. But If The Weather Turns Nasty You Up With An Anchor And Let It Down Where There's Less Wind, And The Fishing's Better. And "look," We Say, "look, I'm Anchored! To My Principles!

The Man Who Tells Lies Hides The Truth, But The Man Who Tells Half-lies Has Forgotten Where He Put It.