The Earth Is Real. Only

Nothing Could Be More Reckless Than To Base One's Moral Philosophy On The Latest Pronouncements Of Science.

I Always Write With My .357 Magnum Handy. Why? Well, You Never Know When God May Try To Interfere.

Death Is Every Man's Final Critic. To Die Well You Must Live Bravely.

If A Man’s Imagination Were Not So Weak, So Easily Tired, If His Capacity For Wonder Not So Limited, He Would Abandon Forever Such Fantasies Of The Supernal. He Would Learn To Perceive In Water, Leaves And Silence More Than Sufficient Of The Absolute And Marvelous, More Than Enough To Console Him For The Loss Of The Ancient Dream.

Our “neoconservatives” Are Neither New Nor Conservative, But Old As Babylon And Evil As Hell.