A Writer ... Whittles At The Words

It Has Been The Struggle Between Privileged Men Who Have Managed To Get Hold Of The Levers Of Power And The People In General Withtheir Vague And Changing Aspirations For Equality, For Justice, For Some Kind Of Gentler Brotherhood And Peace, Which Has Kept That Balance Of Forces We Call Our System Of Government In Equilibrium.

The Only Way To Find Out Anything About What Kinds Of Lives People Led In Any Given Period Is To Tunnel Into Their Records And To Let Them Speak For Themselves

Eh Bien You Like This Sacred Pig Of A Country?" Asked Marco. "why Not? I Like It Anywhere. It's All The Same, In France You Are Paid Badly And Live Well; Here You Are Paid Well And Live Badly.

I Never See The Dawn That I Don't Say To Myself Perhaps.

The Chilly December Day! Two Shivering Bicycle Mechanics From Dayton, Ohio First Felt Their Homemade Contraption Whittled Out Of Hickory Sticks, Gummed Together With Arnstein's Bicycle Cement, Stretched With Muslin They'd Sewn On Their Sister's Sewing Machine In Their Own Backyard On Hawthorn Street In Dayton, Ohio, Soar Into The Air Above The Dunes And The Wide Beach At Kitty Hawk.