All my life I've been harassed by questions: Why is something this way >>
If someone were to prove to me -- right this minute -- that God, in al >>
You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to >>
Vice is a creature of such hideous mien... that the more you see it th >>
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves. >>
Think no vice so small that you may commit it, and no virtue so small >>
Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.