The Trouble With Happiness Is That It

History ... Isn't Simply What Has Happened. It's A Judgment On What Has Happened.

The Butterfly Lures Us Not Only Because He Is Beautiful, But Because He Is Transitory. The Caterpillar Is Uglier, But In Him We Can Regard The Better Joy Of Becoming.

What I Felt Then I Feel Now: The Inexorable, Unchanging Interior Hum Of Doubt And Hope.

If We Had To Say What Writing Is, We Would Have To Define It Essentially As An Act Of Courage.

Two Things Remain Irretrievable: Time And A First Impression.