A Man Who Limits His Interests Limits

There Comes A Time In Life When You Know What You Like And Have To Make Up Your Mind To Like What You Know, Or At Least Have Begun To Know. In Other Words, You Must Determine In What Direction Your Knowledge Is Leading, Thus Far.

There Is Nothing More Soul-satisfying Than The First Succulent Bite Into The Juicy Frankfurter.

In Art, Religion, And Politics The Respect Must Be Mutual, No Matter How Violent The Disagreement.

I Know What I Like—i Like Art—and I Like What I Know.

Someone Called Actors 'sculptors In Snow.' Very Apt. In The End, It's All Nothing.