My Alma Mater Is The Chicago Public

To Find Beauty In The Sad, Hope In The Midst Of Loss, And Dignity In Failure Is Great Poetic Art.

Every Fear Hides A Wish.

It’s Not A Lie. It’s A Gift For Fiction.

Any Claim To Actual Identification As A Drama Must Rest Upon The Construction Of A Plot Independent Of The Assignment Of Affliction To The Protagonist.

I Examined My Liberalism And Found It Like An Addiction To Roulette. Here, Though The Odds Are Plain, And The Certainty Of Loss Apparent To Anyone With A Knowledge Of Arithmetic, The Addict, Failing Time And Again, Is Convinced He Yet Is Graced With The Power To Contravene Natural Laws. The Roulette Addict, When He Invariably Comes To Grief, Does Not Examine Either The Nature Of Roulette, Or Of His Delusion, But Retires To Develop A New System, And To Scheme For More Funds.