And as you see, poor Idris was…persuaded,shall we say? Yes,persuaded to tell me about Tyre and his own route back to Al-Kal’as from there. Faysal, reveal to her his pain.” The Captain of the Guard...

Is that not the Promethean fable, that the fire stolen from the gods will light men their way even while it burns their hands?

Such is true joy’s absolute certainty,Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever.

My friends call me by my name.””You don’t have any friends.””I don’t want you to be my friend, Selia, or my servant, not now. I thought you were both. You have let me know I...

George Burns was the father I never had.

Is it possible that the Pentateuch could not have been written by uninspired men? that the assistance of God was necessary to produce these books? Is it possible that Galilei ascertained the mechanical principles of...

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn....

Love burns. Whiskey burns. George Burns. What do all three have in common? They’re all dead to me.