A New Idea Is Rarely Born Like

The Anger Of The Weak Never Goes Away, Professor, It Just Gets A Little Moldy. It Molds Like A Beautiful Blue Cheese In The Dark, Growing Stronger, And More Interesting. The Poor And The Weak Die With All Their Anger Intact And Probably Those Angers Go On Growing In The Dark Of The Grave Like The Hair And The Nails.

Looking At My Life Was Very Difficult. I Think I Learned That I Haven't Been As Good A Person As I'm Inclined To Think Of Myself As. I Haven't Been As Good Friend, Haven't Been As Good A Person, Made A Lot Of Mistakes.

Our Wedding Plans Please Everybody As If We Were Fertilizing The Earth And Creating Social Luck.

We Can Only Know What We Can Truly Imagine. Finally What We See Comes From Ourselves.

What A Richly Colored Strong Warm Coat Is Woven When Love Is The Warp And Work Is The Woof.