Everyone, In Some Small Sacred Sanctuary Of

I Came To Believe It Not True That "the Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Brave Man Only One." I Think It Is The Other Way Around: It Is The Brave Who Die A Thousand Deaths. For It Is Imagination, And Not Just Conscience, Which Doth Make Cowards Of Us All. Those Who Do Not Know Fear Are Not Truly Brave.

Happiness, In The Ancient, Noble Sense, Means Self-fulfillment—and Is Given To Those Who Use To The Fullest Whatever Talents God … Bestowed Upon Them.

Dogs Are Getting Bigger, According To A Leading Dog Manufacturer.

Her Cooking Suggested She Had Attended The Cordon Noir.

Satire Is Focused Bitterness.