It Is The Duty Of Every Patriot

A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than Wine. A Taste As Old As Cold Water.

It Is Not Peace We Seek But Meaning.

We Are The Children Of Our Landscape; It Dictates Behavior And Even Thought In The Measure To Which We Are Responsive To It.

A Woman's Best Love Letters Are Always Written To The Man She Is Betraying.

I Have Decided To Leave Clea’s Last Letter Un-answered. I No Longer Wish To Coerce Anyone, To Make Promises, To Think Of Life In Terms Of Compacts, Resolutions, Covenants. It Will Be Up To Clea To Interpret My Silence According To Her Own Needs And Desires, To Come To Me If She Has Need Or Not, As The Case May Be. Does Not Everything Depend On Our Interpretation Of The Silence Around Us?