[on Golf:] One Of The Most Distressing

Those Who Prepare For War Get It.

Is This The Final Treachery Of Time, That The Old Become A Burden Upon The Young?

I Find You In All Small And Lovely Things; In The Little Fishes Like Flames In The Green Water, In The Furred And Stupid Softness Of Bumble-bees Fat As Laughter, In All The Chiming Radiance Of Warmth And Light And Scent In The Summer Garden.

I Can't Think Why I Was Cursed With This Inordinate Desire To Write, If The High Gods Weren't Going To Give Me Some More Adquate Means Of Expressing Myself Than That Which My Present Pedestrian Prose Affords.

We're So Busy Resigning Ourselves To The Inevitable That We Don't Even Ask If It Is Inevitable. We've Got To Have Courage, To Take Our Future Into Our Hands. If The Law Is Oppressive, We Must Change The Law. If Tradition Is Obstructive, We Must Break Tradition. If The System Is Unjust, We Must Reform The System.