Dreaming Is The Poetry Of Life, And

We Are Not Living In A Private World Of Our Own. Everything We Say And Do And Think Has Its Effect On Everything Around Us.

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

Slang Is Vigorous And Apt. Probably Most Of Our Vital Words Were Once Slang.

We Are All Familiar With The Argument: Make War Dreadful Enough, And There Will Be No War. And We None Of Us Believe It.

By The Cigars They Smoke, And The Composers They Love, Ye Shall Know The Texture Of Men's Souls.