In The Vain Laughter Of Folly Wisdom

Blows Are Sarcasms Turned Stupid.

I Love Words; They Are The Quoits, The Bows, The Staves That Furnish The Gymnasium Of The Mind.

What People Do Who Go Into Politics I Can't Think; It Drives Me Almost Mad To See Mismanagement Over Only A Few Hundred Acres.

It Is Never Too Late To Be Who You Want To Be.

Pity That Consequences Are Determined Not By Excuses But By Actions!