Lie Down And Listen To The Crabgrass

The Curse Of The Romantic Is A Greed For Dreams, An Intensity Of Expectation That, In The End, Diminishes The Reality.

Everybody Likes To See Somebody Else Get Caught For The Vices Practiced By Themselves.

You Cannot Throw Words Like Heroism And Sacrifice And Nobility And Honor Away Without Abandoning The Qualities They Express.

An American Who Can Make Money, Invoke God, And Be No Better Than His Neighbor, Has Nothing To Fear But Truth Itself.

The Great Omission In American Life Is Solitude; Not Loneliness, For This Is An Alienation That Thrives Most In The Midst Of Crowds, But That Zone Of Time And Space, Free From The Outside Pressures, Which Is The Incubator Of The Spirit.