I Suppose It Is A Gift, Being

Living The Past Is A Dull And Lonely Business; Looking Back Strains The Neck Muscles, Causing You To Bump Into People Not Going Your Way.

In New York The Sky Is Bluer, And The Grass Is Greener, And The Girls Are Prettier, And The Steaks Are Thicker, And The Buildings Are Higher, And The Streets Are Wider, And The Air Is Finer, Than The Sky, Or The Grass, Or The Girls, Or The Steaks, Or The Air Of Any Place Else In The World.

Opinion! If Every One Had So Little Tact As To Give Their True Opinion When It Was Asked This Would Be A Miserable World.

Whoever Said Love Conquers All Was A Fool. Because Almost Everything Conquers Love - Or Tries To.

Big Doesn't Necessarily Mean Better. Sunflowers Aren't Better Than Violets.