I Miss The Comfort In Being Sad.

I Went To Sunday School And Liked The Stories About Christ And The Christmas Star. They Were Beautiful. They Made You Warm And Happy To Think About. But I Didn't Believe Them.

Never Console Yourself Into Believing That The Terror Has Passed, For It Looms As Large And Evil Today As It Did In The Despicable Era Of Bedlam. But I Must Relate The Horrors As I Recall Them, In The Hope That Some Force For Mankind Might Be Moved To Relieve Forever The Unfortunate Creatures Who Are Still Imprisoned In The Back Wards Of Decaying Institutions.

To Have A Good Friend Is The Purest Of All God's Gifts, For It Is A Love That Has No Exchange Of Payment. It Is Not Inherited, As With A Family. It Is Not Compelling, As With A Child. And It Has No Means Of Physical Pleasure, As With A Mate. It Is, Therefore, An Indescribable Bond That Brings With It A Far Deeper Devotion Than All The Others.

If You Get Old Fashioned Enough, You'll Always Be In Style.

I Minded My Own Business, And, Unfortunately, So Did Everyone Else.