Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A

Through My Grandmother's Stories Always Life Moved, Moved Heroically Toward An End. Nobody Ever Cried In My Grandmother's Stories. They Worked, Or Schemed, Or Fought. But No Crying. When My Grandmother Died, I Didn't Cry, Either. Something About My Grandmother's Stories (without Her Ever Having Said So) Taught Me The Uselessness Of Crying About Anything."

Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't Got When You Ought To Have It.

Wear It Like A Banner For The Proud? Not Like A Shroud.

I Wish The Rent Was Heaven Sent.

Looks Like What Drives Me Crazy Don't Have No Effect On You-- But I'm Gonna Keep On At It Till It Drives You Crazy, Too.