All Living Things On Earth Are Kindred.

Nothing Could Be Older Than The Daily News, Nothing Deader Than Yesterday's Newspaper.

By The Age Of Forty, A Man Is Responsible For His Face. And His Fate.

There Is A Wine Called Easy Days And Mellow Nights, Well-known On The Outskirts Of The Navajo Reservation. It Is An Economical Wine, Fortified With The Best Of Intentions, And I Recommend It To Every Serious Wino.

The City Itself Swung Slowly Toward Us Silent As A Dream. No Sign Of Life But Puffs Of Steam From Skyscraper Chimneys, The Motion Of The Traffic. The Mighty Towers Stood Like Tombstones In A Graveyard, Leaning Against The Sky And Waiting For -- For What? Someday We'll Know.

The Best Thing About Graduating From The University Was That I Finally Had Time To Sit On A Log And Read A Good Book.