O Foolish Writer. Now Moves. Even In

Who Knows A Man's Name, Holds That Man's Life In His Keeping. Thus To Ged, Who Had Lost Faith In Himself, Vetch Had Given Him That Gift That Only A Friend Can Give, The Proof Of Unshaken, Unshakeable Trust.

Music Is Another Way Of Thinking, Or Maybe Thinking Is Another Kind Of Music.

Secondhand Experience Breaks Down A Block From The Car Lot.

My Imagination Makes Me Human And Makes Me A Fool; It Gives Me All The World, And Exiles Me From It.

I've Got Some Gift For Languages. You Follow Your Gift. But Latin's Not Easy.