But I Have Felt That To Be

A Closed Mind Is A Dying Mind.

A Whole Roomful Of Jews Is Like A Charged Battery. The Vitality Sparks Seem To Fly, And Frequently The Result Is A Short Circuit.

Christmas Isn't A Season. It's A Feeling.

Now Gae Your Wa'stho'anes As Gude As Ever Happit Flesh And Blude, Yet Part We Maunthe Case Sae Hard Is, Amang The Writers And The Bardies That Lang They'll Brook The Auld I Trow, Or Neibours Cry,'weel Brook The New'.

Men Often Marry Their Mothers.