The Dream Police Will Not Let Me

One Feels A Quickening Of The Pulse When One Crosses A Border.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .

Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded Feelings.

Our Awesome Responsibility To Ourselves, To Our Children, And To The Future Is To Create Ourselves In The Image Of Goodness, Because The Future Depends On The Nobility Of Our Imaginings.

In The Face Of Evil, Detachment Is A Dubious Virtue.