It's A Fine World, Though Rich In

I Suppose You Set Up Reading The Good Book All Night-spoken By Woodrow Call

Occasionally The Very Youngness Of The Young Moved Him To Charity--they Had No Sense Of The Swiftness Of Life, Nor Of Its Limits. The Years Would Pass Like Weeks, And Loves Would Pass Too, Or Else Grow Sour.

Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

In Times Of Crisis Human Beings Don't Have It In Them To Be Rational.

Through My College Years, Topping That Ridge Had Always Given Me A Great Sense Of Being Home, But Time Had Diminished The Emotion And I Had Begun To Suspect That Home Was Less A Place Than An Empty Page.