I Cry Out For Order And Find

All Through The Long Winter, I Dream Of My Garden. On The First Day Of Spring, I Dig My Fingers Deep Into The Soft Earth. I Can Feel Its Energy, And My Spirits Soar.

One Has To Grow Up With Good Talk In Order To Form The Habit Of It.

If You Rest, You Rust.

Everybody Starts At The Top, And Then Has The Problem Of Staying There. Lasting Accomplishment, However, Is Still Achieved Through A Long, Slow Climb And Self-discipline.

Our House Was Always Filled With Dogs... They Helped Make Our House A Kennel, It Is True, But The Constant Patter Of Their Filthy Paws And The Dreadful Results Of Their Brainless Activities Have Warmed Me Throughout The Years.