I Have A Simple Principle For The

The Real Sadness Of Fifty Is Not That You Change So Much But That You Change So Little.

What Counted Was Not The Facts But The Fears.

The Politics Of Surprise Leads Through The Gates Of Astonishment Into The Kingdom Of Hope.

We All Run On Two Clocks. One Is The Outside Clock, Which Ticks Away Our Decades And Brings Us Ceaselessly To The Dry Season. The Other Is The Inside Clock, Where You Are Your Own Timekeeper And Determine Your Own Chronology, Your Own Internal Weather And Your Own Rate Of Living. Sometimes The Inner Clock Runs Itself Out Long Before The Outer One, And You See A Dead Man Going Through The Motions Of Living.

Principles-and I Have In Mind Such Principles As States' Rights Or National Sovereignty Or The Free Market Or Pacifism-have A Way Of Drying Up While The Sap Of Life Goes Flowing In Another Direction.