Every Day A Million Miracles Begin At

Common Sense Is The Enemy Of Romance

I Want Those Young Whipper-snappers To Know That In Days Past We Actually Used To Kill Trees And Make Those Things Called Books.

Every Man Kills The Things That He Loves. Some With A Look, Some With Flattery, The Coward With A Kiss.

You Want To Put A Band-aid On Something That Needs Stitches.

It Takes As Long As Three Generations Of Hard Work, Three Generations Of Sacrifice To Correct The Wrong!