In History-as-politics, The 'future' Is That Vacuum

I Wait. Now The Night Flows Back, The Mighty Stillness Embraces And Includes Me; I Can See The Stars Again And The World Of Starlight. I Am Twenty Miles Or More From The Nearest Fellow Human, But Instead Of Loneliness I Feel Loveliness. Loveliness And A Quiet Exultation.

Lightning Streaks Like Gunfire Through The Clouds, Volleys Of Thunder Shake The Air.

A City Man Is A Home Anywhere, For All Big Cities Are Much Alike. But A Country Man Has A Place Where He Belongs, Where He Always Returns, And Where, When The Time Comes, He Is Willing To Die.

A Good Writer Must Have More Than Vin Rosé In His Veins, Use More Than Chablis For Ink.

There Never Was A Good War Or A Bad Revolution.