The Acceptance Of The Reality That We

Conscience Warns Us Not To Sink Our Cleats Too Deeply In Mortal Turf, Which Is So Dangerously Artificial.

We Can't Dwell Upon Another's Ingratitude Without Using Up Our Time And Talents Unprofitably.

Spent Time-like A Spent Bullet-tells Us Much About Its "processor." For We See Not Only The Residual Slug, But Indicators Of How Spent Time Is Grooved By A Man's Soul, A Reliable Indicator Of What A Man Is Like.

We Must Endure The Contempt Of Others Without Reciprocating That Contempt.

The Good Life Is The Best Preparation For Bad Times.