Her Cooking Suggested She Had Attended The

O, To Be Sure, We Laugh Less And Play Less And Wear Uncomfortable Disguises Like Adults, But Beneath The Costume Is The Child We Always Are, Whose Needs Are Simple, Whose Daily Life Is Still Best Described By Fairy Tales.

The Writer Wants To Be Understood Much More Than He Wants To Be Respected Or Praised Or Even Loved. And That, Perhaps, Is What Makes Him Different From Others.

What's Green, Hangs On A Wall And Whistles? [a Herring]

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? Those Who Seek The Folly Of Unrelieved 'happiness'-who Fear Moods, Who Shun Solitude, Who Do Not Know The Diginity Of Occasional Depression-can Find Bliss Easily Enough: In Tranquilizing Pills, Or In Senility. The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy.

The Purpose Of Life Is To Matter, To Be Productive, To Have It Make A Difference That You Lived At All-using The Talents That God Has Given You For The Betterment Of Others.