It's Never What You Say, But How

Borders Are Scratched Across The Hearts Of Men By Strangers With A Calm, Judicial Pen, And When The Borders Bleed We Watch With Dread The Lines Of Ink Across The Map Turn Red.

Generosity With Strings Is Not Generosity: It Is A Deal.

The Great Omission In American Life Is Solitude; Not Loneliness, For This Is An Alienation That Thrives Most In The Midst Of Crowds, But That Zone Of Time And Space, Free From The Outside Pressures, Which Is The Incubator Of The Spirit.

In Aid, The Proper Attitude Is One Omitting Gratitude

I Would Call An Intellectual One Whose Instrument Of Work - His Mind - Is Also His Major Source Of Pleasure; A Man Whose Entertainment Is His Intelligence.