Travel Agents Would Be Wiser To Ask

What We Find Exotic Abroad May Be What We Hunger For In Vain At Home.

Our Jobs Make Relentless Calls On A Narrow Band Of Our Faculties, Reducing Our Chances Of Achieving Rounded Personalities And Leaving Us To Suspect (often In The Gathering Darkness Of A Sunday Evening) That Much Of Who We Are, Or Could Be, Has Gone Unexplored.

So Many Complaints Boil Down To The Belly Ache Of The Fragile, Mortal, Ignored Ego In A Vast And Indifferent Universe.

The Genius Of Religions Is That They Structure The Inner Life.

One Kind Of Good Book Should Leave You Asking: How Did The Author Know That About Me?