An Artist Usually Has No

In Youth We Are Plagued By Desire; In Later Years, By The Desire To Feel Desire.

The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in Airport.

Whenever We Safely Land In A Plane, We Promise God A Little Something.

In Church, Sacred Music Would Make Believers Of Us All — But Preachers Can Be Counted On To Restore The Balance.

The Marriage Of Convenience Has This To Recommend It: We Are Better Judges Of Convenience Than We Are Of Love.