“The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.”
In every man's heart there is anchored a little schooner.
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood.
“As far as history goes I am dead. If there is something beyond I shall have to bounce back. I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiritually dead. Physically I am alive. Morally I am free. The world which I have departed is a menagerie. The dawn is breaking on a new world, a jungle world in which lean spirits roam with sharp claws. If a am a hyena I am a lean and hungry one: I go forth to fatten myself.”
Richard M. Nixon