It is privilege of living to be acutely, agonizingly conscious of the moment that is always present and always passing.

No man is a Christian who cheats his fellows, perverts the truth, or speaks of a "clean bomb" yet he will be the first to make public his faith in God.

Infants are interesting only to their parents.

Hoary idea, in any case, expecting a woman to surrender her name to her husband's in exchange for his. Why? Would any man submerge his identity and heritage to the woman he wed?

Everybody likes to see somebody else get caught for the vices practiced by themselves.

One is as one is, and the love that can't encompass both is a poor sort of love.

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch with dread The lines of ink across the map turn red.