Love Is A Hole In The Heart.

In Moderating, Not Satisfying Desires, Lies Peace.

Chicago Is A Sort Of Journalistic Yellowstone Park, Offering Haven To A Last Herd Of Fantastic Bravos.

Socially, A Journalist Ranks Somewhere Between The Madam Of A Whorehouse And A Bartender. But Spiritually He Ranks With Galileo, For He Knows The World Is Round.

I Know That A Man Who Shows Me His Wealth Is Like The Beggar Who Shows Me His Poverty; They Are Both Looking For Alms From Me, The Rich Man For The Alms Of My Envy, The Poor Man For The Alms Of My Guilt.

I'll Tell You A Secret. We Live In A Mad And Inspiring World.