Stupidity Has A Price And It Always

Each Heart Has Its Graveyard, Each Household Its Dead, And Knells Ring Around Us Wherever We Tread, And The Feet That Awhile Made Our Pathway So Bright Pass On To A Land That Is Out Of Our Sight.

His Imagination Was Always More Real Than The Reality Of Daily Life.

It No Longer Matters Who Consider Themselves The Masters Of Events. Events No Longer Obey Their Masters.

In Such Seconds Of Decision Entire Futures Are Made.

The Pack Of Media Brayed And Bellowed Outside The House For Seven Weeks. Sol Realized Then What He Had Known And Forgotten About Very Small Communities: They Were Frequently Annoying, Always Parochial, Sometimes Prying On A One-to-one Level, But Never Had They Subscribed To The Vicious Legacy Of The So-called "public's Right To Know".