For Misery Don't Blame God. He Gives

Overnight Business Could Go Down Enough To Hurt; Yet As A Rule It Slowly Recovered-sometimes It Seemed To Take Forever-went Up, Not High Enough To Be Really Up, Only Not Down.

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

For Misery Don't Blame God. He Gives The Food But We Cook It.

I Love Metaphor. It Provides Two Loaves Where There Seems To Be One. Sometimes It Throws In A Load Of Fish.

All Men Are Jews, Though Few Men Know It.