Few Of Us Could Bear To Have

Says The Rude Child: "no, I Won't Do It." Says The Courteous Grown-up: "yes, I Won't Do It.

If You Must Reread Old Love Letters, Better Pick A Room Without Mirrors.

Love Looks Forward, Hate Looks Back, Anxiety Has Eyes All Over Its Head.

We Semaphore From Ship To Ship, But They're Sinking, Too.

In Church, Sacred Music Would Make Believers Of Us All — But Preachers Can Be Counted On To Restore The Balance.