The Smile Of A Politician Is Strong

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

Growth Provides Novel Experiences For Youth; Decay The Same, Alas, For Age.

Clothes Make The Body Both Mysterious And Historical.

Beggars Remind Us That Not All Miseries Arise From Our Ideas.

Age Must Give Way To Youth, No Doubt. But Not Yet, Not Yet.