Most new books drop immediately into the oblivion they so richly deserve.

Three words remain that can yet stir the blood of man: the word 'rebellion'; the word 'revolt'; the word 'revolution'.

One of the pleasant things about small town life is that everyone, whether rich or poor, liked or disliked, has some kind of a role and place in the community. I never felt that living in a city - as I once did for a couple of years.

Taxation: how the sheep are shorn.

We live in a time of twin credulities: the hunger for the miraculous combined with a servile awe of science. The mating of the two gives us superstition plus scientism -- a Mongoloid metaphysic.

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air.