When You Have The Goods, You Don't

One Senses, In All Autobiography, A Straining Toward Perfection, Perfection Of A Kind That Connects The Individual With A Cosmic Pattern Which, Because It Is Perfect In Itself, Verifies That Individuals Own Potential Perfection.

Remote Control. Ingenious Contradiction Of Terms. Fits Like A Handshake. Aims Like A Gun.

If A Man Spends Enough Time In A Library, He May Actually Change His Mind. I Have Seen It Happen.

Slum Kids Die Slowly, Their Lives Eroded At So Languid A Pace That Even They Would Have Trouble Tracing The Disintegration. To The Children Of War Death Explodes Like A Car Bomb.

One Of The Very Important Things That Have To Be Learned Around The Time Dying Becomes A Real Prospect Is To Recognize Those Occasions When We Have Been Useful In The World.