Perhaps it is the expediency in the political eye that blinds it.

Love by its presence, like God by His, makes everything not necessarily clear or right or even good, but acceptable. Whereas in its absence, as in His, there is no hope.

Perhaps it is the expediency in the political eye that blinds it.

In Reno, there is always a bull market, never a bear market, for the stocks and bonds of happiness.

I can understand that memory must be selective, else it would choke on the glut of experience. What I cannot understand is why it selects what it does.

A lady, that is an enlightened, cultivated, liberal lady - the only kind to be in a time of increasing classlessness - could espouse any cause: wayward girls, social diseases, unmarried mothers, and/or birth control with impunity. But never by so much as the shadow of a look should she acknowledge her own experience with the Facts of Life.

Not only are there as many conflicting truths as there are people to claim them; there are equally multitudinous and conflicting truths within the individual.