Our personal clock starts the moment we are born and runs until our time is up – whenever that may be.
These days the air hot with controversy and politics takes on the semblance of actual warfare.
In the palm-edged driveway, Mr. Natale greeted the pale lad who stood there, “Well, sir, what can I do for you?”
Suddenly, Giuseppe Natale’s mouth opened wide and began to sing. The words,“Che gelida manina....” came out as clear and strong as they had when he sang “La Bohème” in the great opera houses of Europe.
If the omnipotent God had wanted you to be perfect, why didn't he make you that way?
If questions still linger anywhere in one's beliefs, aren't they said to be the fault of the person involved, and not of the divine process?
I was a little kid noticing that the way to get recognized favorably in this world is to do something — not just talk about it.
Some guys measure success in terms of dollars. I concentrate on what I have managed to accomplish.
Football is a microcosmic non-lethal representation of war, I used to think.
I learned firsthand that football builds “character” and “characters.” These are two distinctly different things.
During this season of thanks I find my thoughts concentrating on things without which my life would be infinitely poorer, perhaps unbearable.
I am thankful for a keenly attuned conscience that keeps my pride from getting me too far in debt to reality.
I'm glad that I served and I'm also glad I survived. I lost a lot of friends...who will always remain young.
Veterans Day, which used to be called Armistice Day, reminds us of the many wars in which this country has invested wealth and blood.
Festival brings Miró String Quartet
Schubert’s music is as entrancing in Winter Park, Fla., as in Vienna, Austria, where his genius graced the landscape for a mere 30 short years.
Would we be better off if society had made marriage simply a private contract between two individuals, with no wider implications?
Just as a family can produce the highest degree of pride and happiness, so can a family bring disappointment, squabbling, discord, and destruction.
A library full of books is, in great part, a repository of mistakes the human race has made.
Smart dogs simply remember not to do things again which hurt them.
Who is the worst president in your lifetime — in your opinion? Personally, I can think of no one worse than our present leader.
Expect President Obama to bring as many people as he can on to the U.S. citizenship rolls and expect their healthcare to be covered by you and me.
Women, sharing their lives intimately with men, are quick to identify a weak-kneed man in the White House such as we have today.
The subject of “mothers who stay home and mothers who work” is often discussed on TV these days.
When John Silber spoke, the other speakers were soon eclipsed, even forgotten.
John Silber was president of Boston University when I met him in New Smyrna at an Atlantic Center for the Arts symposium.
This commentator was happy to see the large number of enthusiastic younger people in the highly appreciative crowd.
Life is a long series of occasional indispositions, the last of which being one from which we do not manage to recover.
Do some in this country feel that our great nation is sinking into a mire of lower standards of self-satisfaction, and is on a journey to a point of no return?