Yet It's Not For Want Of Future

Each My Book Feels Like My Last Book. And Then I Think, Like A Dedicated Alcoholic, That One More Won't Do Me Any Harm.

Tyranny Is Like The Electric Wiring In An Old House. A Tyrant Dies, The New Tyrant Takes Possession, And All He Has To Do Is Drop The Switch.

Out Of Date, Perhaps, But Who Wasn't These Days? Out Of Date, But Loyal To His Own Time. At A Certain Moment, After All, Every Man Chooses: Will He Go Forward, Will He Go Back? There Was Nothing Dishounorable In Not Being Blown About By Every Little Modern Wind. Better To Have Worth, To Entrench, To Be An Oak Of One's Own Generation.

America Has Entered One Of Its Periods Of Historical Madness, But This Is The Worst I Can Remember: Worse Than Mccarthyism, Worse Than The Bay Of Pigs And In The Long Term Potentially More Disastrous Than The Vietnam War.

Writing Is Like Walking In A Deserted Street. Out Of The Dust In The Street You Make A Mud Pie.