I Can't Think Of Anything That Excites

A Third...candidate For Shakespearean Authorship Was Christopher Marlowe. He Was The Right Age (just Two Months Older Than Shakespeare), Had The Requisite Talent, And Would Certainly Have Had Ample Leisure After 1593, Assuming He Wasn't Too Dead To Work.

Every Dog On The Face Of The Earth Wants Me Dead.

Strange As It May Seem, Wrote Richard Feynman, We Understand The Distribution Of Matter In The Interior Of The Sun Far Better Than We Understand The Interior Of The Earth.

Life Just Wants To Be; But It Doesn't Want To Be Much.

The Great Failure In Education, Much Of The Time, Is The Lack Of Excitement And Stimulus