But It Was An Ending.

There Were Many Good Years. Good Decades, Good Centuries. We Believed We Were Living In Paradise. Perhaps That Was Our Downfall. We Wanted Our Lives To Be Perfect, So We Ignored Imperfections. Problems Were Magnified Through Inattention And War Might Have Become Inevitable If The Bore Hadn't Ever Made.

Teach Him How You Will, A Pig Will Never Play The Flute.

Time To Toss The Dice

You Have To Have Talent To Some Extent - I Certainly Hope I Have Talent - But You Have To Have Luck As Well. Once You Get That First Shot, That Will Get You Noticed For The Rest Of Your Books And That Will Give The Rest Of Your Books A Better Chance.

Men Always Seem To Refuse To Admit They Are Sick Until They're Sick Enough To Make Twice As Much Work For Women. Then They Claim They're Well Too Soon, With The Same Result.