I'm Sorry. I Can Love You. I

How Could You Be A Great Man If History Brought You No Great Events, Or Brought You To Them At The Wrong Time, Too Young, Too Old?

I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I Knew Where It Was.

For A While, I Thought I Was Going Mad. At Last, I Became Reconciled To My Despair. The Medications Helped, Too, I Thought, Sir.

Reputation Is What Other People Know About You. Honor Is What You Know About Yourself.

Escapist Literature Gets A Bad Rap. But I Think Escape Is Important For A Lot Of People In A Lot Of Places.