In Spite Of Recent Jazzed-up One-day Matches,

In A World Shaped And Colored More And More By Politicians, The Nations Meet Politically, And Hardly Any Other Way To Settle Their Differences.

I Can't Help Feeling Wary When I Hear Anything Said About The Masses. First You Take Their Faces From 'em By Calling 'em The Masses And Then You Accuse 'em Of Not Having Any Faces.

To Make The Most Of Christmas, Focus On Christ.

But The Point Is, Now, At This Moment, Or Any Moment, We're Only Cross-sections Of Our Real Selves. What We Really Are Is The Whole Stretch Of Ourselves, All Our Time, And When We Come To The End Of This Life, All Those Selves, All Our Time, Will Be Us - The Real You, The Real Me. And Then Perhaps We'll Find Ourselves In Another Time, Which Is Only Another Kind Of Dream.

I'm In The Business Of Providing People With Secondary Satisfactions. It Wouldn't Have Done Me Much Good If They Had All Written Their Own Plays, Would It?