Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.

I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don't believe in happy endings is because I don't believe in endings.

As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.

There comes a time in the life of us all when we must lay aside our books or put down our tools and leave our place of work and walk forth on the road to meet the enemy face-to-face. Once and for all and at last

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

What we need now are heroes and heroines, about a million of them, one brave deed is worth a thousand books. Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

Roosters: The cry of the male chicken is the most barbaric yawp in all of nature.