Salutations; it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning

Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north...As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.

Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.

Security, for me, took a tumble not when I read that there were Communists in Hollywood but when I read your editorial in praise of loyalty testing and thought control. If a man is in health, he doesn't need to take anybody else's temperature to know where he is going.

As in the sexual experience, there are never more than two persons present in the act of reading-the writer, who is the impregnator, and the reader, who is the resspondent. This gives the experience of reading a sublimity and power unequalled by any other form of communication.

Even now; with a thousand little voyages notched in my belt. I still feel a memorial chill on casting off.

Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.