One's First Book, Kiss, Home Run Is

My Son Is 7 Years Old. I Am 54. It Has Taken Me A Great Many Years To Reach That Age. I Am More Respected In The Community, I Am Stronger, I Am More Intelligent And I Think I Am Better Than He Is. I Don't Want To Be A Pal, I Want To Be A Father.

My Main Recollection Is Of The Work I Had To Do In Order To Eat

One Measure Of Friendship Consists Not In The Number Of Things Friends Can Discuss, But In The Number Of Things They Need No Longer Mention.

To Divide One's Life By Years Is Of Course To Tumble Into A Trap Set By Our Own Arithmetic. The Calendar Consents To Carry On Its Dull Wall-existence By The Arbitrary Timetables We Have Drawn Up In Consultation With Those Permanent Commuters, Earth And Sun. But We, Unlike Trees, Need Grow No Annual Rings.

I Think We Must Quote Whenever We Feel That The Allusion Is Interesting Or Helpful Or Amusing.