A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

Every adolescent has that dream every century has that dream every revolutionary has that dream, to destroy the family.

There is no pulse so sure of the state of a nation as its characteristic art product which has nothing to do with its material life.

I am I because my little dog knows me.

Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.

Do not forget birthdays. This is in no way a propaganda for a larger population.

But the problem is that when I go around and speak on campuses, I still don't get young men standing up and saying, 'How can I combine career and family?'