Spring ... Made Fair False Promises Which

Only Amateurs Say That They Write For Their Own Amusement. Writing Is Not An Amusing Occupation. It Is A Combination Of Ditch-digging, Mountain-climbing, Treadmill And Childbirth. Writing May Be Interesting, Absorbing, Exhilarating, Racking, Relieving. But Amusing? Never!

Whoever Said Love Conquers All Was A Fool. Because Almost Everything Conquers Love - Or Tries To.

People Permit Life To Slide Past Them Like A Deft Pickpocket, Their Purse-not Yet Missed And Now Too Late-in His Hand.

I Sometimes Wonder ... If The Land Is Not Destroying The People Who Inhabit It As The People Who Inhabit It Are Destroying The Land. A Magic Continent, A Peculiar Treasure, Stuffed With Riches, Millions In It Are Starving In The Midst Of Plenty.

There Are Only Two Kinds Of People In The World That Really Count. One Kind's Wheat And The Other Kind's Emeralds.