If You Rest, You Rust.

We May Be Living In The Twentieth Century, In Resplendent Sophistication. But Deep Down, Most Of Us Find Ourselves Still In The Stone Age Of Superstition.

I Cry Out For Order And Find It Only In Art.

When Traveling With Someone, Take Large Does Of Patience And Tolerance With Your Morning Coffee.

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

In The Last Stages Of A Final Illness, We Need Only The Absence Of Pain And The Presence Of Family.