Your outside is just what you live in$$$ sleep in$$$ and has little connection with who you are and even less with what you do.
Civilization begins with distillation
...no man is ever free and probably could not bear it if he were...
Idleness breeds our better virtues.
Sex and death: the front door and the back door of the world.
Writing is one-third imagination$$$ one-third experience$$$ and one third observation.
Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.
People to whom sin is just a matter of words$$$ to them salvation is just words too.
It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart.
We must be free not because we claim freedom$$$ but because we practice it.