I Play Better Tennis Because The Court

The Rain To The Wind Said, You Push And I'll Pelt.' They So Smote The Garden Bed That The Flowers Actually Knelt, And Lay Lodged--though Not Dead. I Know How The Flowers Felt.

I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With The Net Down.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.

Education Is Hanging Around Until You've Caught On.

Take Care To Sell Your Horse Before He Dies. The Art Of Life Is Passing Losses On.