Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.

“Anything worth achieving is worth overachieving.”

“I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pa…”

“War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnati…”

“Well, it is a particular sin to permit grief for what is gone to poison the pra…”