• The Trip to Fallsburg

    “Fallsburg. Calling at Fallsburg,” the announcer said as the train hissed to a standstill. I hadn’t planned to leave the city during my trip, but after elbowing through the swarm upon swarm of tourists, even a day’s escape sounded like heaven. Every town has a list of unmissable sights; however, I found delightfully little written about Fallsburg. When one of the few reviews mentioned what sounded like missing the open arms of a tourist trap, I bought my ticket.

  • When I Feel Small

    Maybe, though, just maybe, it’s ok to face the fear as a small Whitefoot mouse does. “The little life she had, she loved dearly, and so far she had taken excellent care of it.”

  • Happy Public Domain Day, 2026

    Veritas Journal is once again celebrating the raft of books, films, and works of art that enter the public domain in the United States today — now free to use, adapt, remix, or do with what you will. Look for a little remixed New Year's gift from Veritas Journal at the end of this article.

  • The Courage to Let Things Be

    And that’s where the heart of the matter lies—not just in how we read a story, but in how we engage the world itself. Do we approach the world to live with it—or to take it apart in order to dominate it?

  • Ambient

    The sound of the rain filled the apartment. It came in through the open windows. Open just enough to let the cool air in too, without getting anything beyond the window sill wet. Before I sat down to paint, I turned on some music: Brian Eno’s "Reflection."

  • Tolkien on the Stars

    He sees no stars who does not see them first of living silver made that sudden burst to flame like flowers beneath an ancient song, whose very echo after-music long has since pursued.

  • Schall on Advice for Students

    My basic advice to students is to begin building their own libraries—how the computer will affect this library building, I am not certain. Still, anyone with a taste for wonder—not all, apparently, have it—should learn to haunt used book stores, even more than stores that sell new books.

  • Lewis on “Age Specific” Books

    No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally (and often far more) worth reading at the age of fifty — except, of course, books of information. The only imaginative works we ought to grow out of are those which it would have been better not to have read at all.