I Have No Axe To Grind; Only

Love Make Us Poets, And The Approach Of Death Should Make Us Philosophers.

Prayer, Among Sane People, Has Never Superseded Practical Efforts To Secure The Desired End.

The Mind Of The Renaissance Was Not A Pilgrim Mind, But A Sedentary City Mind, Like That Of The Ancients.

The Theater, For All Its Artifices, Depicts Life In A Sense More Truly Than History.

The Existence Of Any Evil Anywhere At Any Time Absolutely Ruins A Total Optimism.