One Sits Uncomfortably On A Too Comfortable

Most People Coming Out Of War Feel Lost And Resentful. What Had Been A Minute-to-minute Confrontation With Yourself, Your Struggle With What Courage You Have Against Discomfort, At The Least, And Death At The Other End, Ties You To The People You Have Known In The War And Makes For A Time Others Seem Alien And Frivolous.

Nobody Knows What You Want Except You. And Nobody Will Be As Sorry As You If You Don't Get It. Wanting Some Other Way To Live Is Proof Enough Of Deserving It. Having It Is Hard Work, But Not Having It Is Sheer Hell.

Belief Is A Moral Act For Which The Believer Is To Be Held Responsible.

A Theme Is Always Necessary, A Plain, Simple, Unadorned Theme To Confuse The Ignorant.

We Will Not Think Noble Because We Are Not Noble. We Will Not Live In Beautiful Harmony Because There Is No Such Thing In This World, Nor Should There Be. We Promise Only To Do Our Best And To Live Out Our Lives. Dear God, That's All We Can Promise In Truth.