I Wanted To Write About My Mother

Things Are Not Quite So Simple Always As Black And White.

I Spend A Good Deal Of Time Wondering How We Will Seem To The People Who Come After Us. This Is Not An Idle Interest, But A Deliberate Attempt To Strengthen The Power Of That "other Eye," Which We Can Use To Judge Ourselves.

There Is Only One Real Sin And That Is To Persuade Oneself That The Second Best Is Anything But Second Best.

Man Who Is He? Too Bad, To Be The Work Of God: Too Good For The Work Of Chance!

My Father Was Always So Mingled With Rage At His Life.