Autumn Carries More Gold In Its Pocket

A Good Writer Of History Is A Guy Who Is Suspicious.

Nobody Understands Anyone 18, Including Those Who Are 18.

Nothing Is As Far Away As One Minute Ago.

I Can Look At My Books With Pleasure From A Distance. Four Feet Is Close Enough.

It Is Impossible To Read For Pleasure From Something To Which You Are Both Father And Mother, Born In Such Travail That The Writer Despises The Thing That Enslaved Him.