Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us.

I Am Assured At Any Rate Man's Practically Inexterminate. Someday I Must Go Into That. There's Always Been An Ararat Where Someone Someone Else Begat To Start The World All Over At.

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.

How Many Things Have To Happen To You Before Something Occurs To You?

Talking Is A Hydrant In The Yard And Writing Is A Faucet Upstairs In The House. Opening The First Takes The Pressure Off The Second.

The World Is Full Of Willing People; Some Willing To Work, The Rest Willing To Let Them.