Thus, Literature, Together With Language, Preserves And

Pride Grows In The Human Heart Like Lard On A Pig.

If Decade After Decade The Truth Cannot Be Told, Each Person's Mind Begins To Roam Irretrievably. One's Fellow Countrymen Become Harder To Understand Than Martians.

What A Force Is Laughter.

...skepticism Can Never Provide Firm Ground Under A Man's Feet. And Perhaps, After All, We Need Firm Ground.

We Have To Condemn The Very Idea That Some People Have The Right To Repress Others.