This you may say of man - when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back.

This I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.

I'll want to hear,' Samuel said. 'I eat stories like grapes.

The people say that the two seemed to be removed from human experience; that they had gone through pain and had come out on the other side.

So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.

Your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person-a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.

I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.