There Are Weapons That Are Simply Thoughts.

Not Since The British Raided Cologne Had So Many Bombs Landed In Such A Small Space In Such A Short Time.

I'd Rather Go Along With This Sense Of Illusion That I'm A Neutral Beast Going Along Through Life Doing Everything That's Preordained.

I'm A Western-cultured Man Who Subscribes To The Ancient Saw That Men Do Not Cry, I Don't Cry Either. I'll Go To A Movie, For Example, And Not Infrequently Something Triggers The Urge To Weep, But I Don't Allow Myself.

A Word To The Wise To All The Children Of The Twentieth Century, Whether Their Concern Be Pediatrics Or Geriatrics, Whether They Crawl On Hands And Knees And Wear Diapers Or Walk With A Cane And Comb Their Beards. There's A Wondrous Magic To Christmas, And There's A Special Power Reserved For Little People. In Short, There's Nothing Mightier Than The Meek, And A Merry Christmas To Each And All.

It Has Forever Been Thus: So Long As Men Write What They Think, Then All Of The Other Freedoms - All Of Them - May Remain Intact. And It Is Then That Writing Becomes A Weapon Of Truth, An Article Of Faith, An Act Of Courage.