Processing the human raw material is naturally more complicated than processing lumber.

One has to be able to count, if only so that at fifty one doesn't marry a girl of twenty.

There's a little book I'm thinking of writing - 'Swan Song' is what I shall call it. The song of the dying. And my book will be incense burnt at the deathbed o…

There- you say- truth! Truth doesn't always heal a wounded soul. For instance, I knew of a man who believed in a land of righteousness. He said: 'Somewhere on …