The Trouble With Therapy Is That It

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside

Death's In The Good-bye.

No Matter Whose Bed You Die In The Bed Will Be Yours For Your Voyage Onto The Surgical Andiron Of God.

Inside Many Of Us Is A Small Old Man Who Wants To Get Out.

Don't Bite Till You Know If It's Bread Or Stone.