Is A Park Any Better Than A

Men Should Only Believe Half Of What Women Say. But Which Half?

Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks Sprinkled Among The Incomprehensible Sentences Of Life.

There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around Us From Our Earliest Years; It Is Made Of The Way We Eat, The Way We Walk, The Way We Greet People.

The Spirit Of A Nation Is What Counts-the Look In Its Eyes.

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.