Every time I open that last book of his, he tells me that before I go any further, I must…
Unless a Kernel of Wheat
“Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a…
To Be Too Conscious
“I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness — a real thorough-going illness.” –The Underground Man, Notes…
A Psalm of Life
Earlier this morning, I was paging through an old copy of Longfellow poems my grandmother had given me. I had…
‘Tis Time, My Friend, ‘Tis Time
‘Tis time, my friend, ‘tis time! For rest the heart is aching- The first line of my favorite Pushkin poem…
