Being Alone Is Scary, But Not As

There Are Two Kinds Of Stones, As Everyone Knows, One Of Which Rolls.

It Is The Woman Who Chooses The Man Who Will Choose Her.

The Field Was Wet, The Lane Was Wet, And The Spirits Of My Mechanic And Helper Were Damp.

Decide...whether Or Not The Goal Is Worth The Risks Involved. If It Is, Stop Worrying.

Ours Is The Commencement Of A Flying Age, And I Am Happy To Have Popped Into Existence At A Period So Interesting.