My Dreams Are All Follies.

We, Perhaps, Have Corrupted Our Children And Our Grandchildren By Heedless Affluence, By A Lack Of Manliness, By Giving The Younger Generation More Money And Liberty Than Their Youth Can Handle, By Indoctrinating Them With Sinister Ideologies And False Values, By Permitting Them, As Young Children, To Indulge Themselves In Imprudence To Superiors And Defiance Of Duly Constituted Authority, By Lack Of Prudent, Swift Punishment When The Transgressed, By Coddling And Pampering Them When They Were Children And Protecting Them From A Very Dangerous World.

My Dreams Are All Follies.

My Relatives Used To Laugh When I Talked Of Being A Writer.

At 8, I Made A Pact With God.

The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.