Pop, I'm Nothing! I'm Nothing, Pop. Can't

There Is A Kind Of Perverse Unity Forming Among Us, Born, I Think, Of The Discontent Of All Classes Of People With The Endless Frustration Of Life.

I'm Sure There Are Writers Who Are Great Businessmen, But I Never Met Any.

The Witch-hunt Was A Perverse Manifestation Of The Panic Which Set In Among All Classes When The Balance Began To Turn Toward Greater Individual Freedom. The Witch-hunt Was Not, However, A Mere Repression. It Was Also, And As Importantly, A Long Overdue Opportunity For Everyone So Inclined To Express Publicly His Guilt And Sins, Under The Cover Of Accusations Against The Victims.

God Really Does Take Our Work Seriously: It Is Wrong, It Is A Sin, To Accept Or Remain In A Position That You Know Is A Mismatch For You. Perhaps That's A Form Of Sin You've Never Considered - The Sin Of Staying In The Wrong Job. But God Did Not Place You On The Earth To Waste Away Your Years In Labor That Does Not Employ His Design Or Purpose For Your Life, No Matter How Much You May Be Getting Paid For It.

The World Is An Oyster But You Don't Crack It Open On A Mattress