Writing Is Not An End In Itself

Land Was Created To Provide A Place For Boats To Visit.

We Cheerfully Assume That In Some Mystic Way Love Conquers All, That Good Outweighs Evil In The Just Balances Of The Universe And At The 11th Hour Something Gloriously Triumphant Will Prevent The Worst Before It Happens.

In Every Age 'the Good Old Days' Were A Myth. No One Ever Thought They Were Good At The Time. For Every Age Has Consisted Of Crises That Seemed Intolerable To The People Who Lived Through Them.

Walking Companions, Like Heroes, Are Difficult To Pluck Out Of The Crowd Of Acquaintances. Good Dispositions, Ready Wit, Friendly Conversation Serve Well Enough By The Fireside But They Prove Insufficient In The Field. For There You Need Transcendentalists-nothing Less; You Need Poets, Sages, Humorists And Natural Philosophers.

Real Art Is Illumination, It Adds Stature To Life.