Nothing Is As Far Away As One

Raising A Child Is Very Much Like Building A Skyscraper. If The First Few Stories Are Slightly Out Of Line. No One Will Notice. But When The Building Is 18 Or 20 Stories High, Everyone Will See That It Tilts.

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.

Autumn Carries More Gold In Its Pocket Than All The Other Seasons.

The Reporter Is The Daily Prisoner Of Clocked Facts. On All Working Days, He Is Expected To Do His Best In One Swift Swipe At Each Story.

A Reporter Meets Interesting People. If He Endures, He Will Get To Know Princes And Presidents, Popes And Paupers, Prostitutes And Panderers. And Always, In The Back Of His Head, There Will Be A Dozen Men And Women He Will Never Meet. And Always, He Will Feel The Poorer For It.