Without God__ help and His grace, it is impossible for a country to be transformed

They were learning that New York had another life, too _ subterranean, like almost everything that was human in the city _ a life of writers meeting in restaurants at lunchtime or in coffee houses after business hours to talk of work just started or magazines unpublished, and even to lay modest plans for the future. Modestly they were beginning to write poems worth the trouble of reading to their friends over coffee cups. Modestly they were rebelling once more.

If someone tells you something is impossible, make it possible.

I may just be on the outskirts of being okay.

Is that the biggest favor your vocal cords have done to anyone this week?

....I'd rather travel in Cargo-nanoships than a Bullet-train to reach my target.