Nobody Understands Anyone 18, Including Those Who

To Have Courage, One Must First Be Afraid. The Deeper The Fear, The More Difficult The Climb Toward Courage.

A Newspaper Is Lumber Made Malleable. It Is Ink Made Into Words And Pictures. It Is Conceived, Born, Grows Up And Dies Of Old Age In A Day.

It Is Impossible To Read For Pleasure From Something To Which You Are Both Father And Mother, Born In Such Travail That The Writer Despises The Thing That Enslaved Him.

Death Is As Casual And Often As Unexpected As Birth. It Is As Difficult To Define Grief As Joy. Each Is Finite. Each Will Fade.

A Good Writer Of History Is A Guy Who Is Suspicious.