There Is No Time Like The Old

My Right To Swing My Fist Ends Where Your Nose Begins.

To Us Who Remain Behind Is Left This Day Of Memories. Every Year--in The Full Tide Of Spring, At The Height Of The Symphony Of Flowers And Love And Life--there Comes A Pause, And Through The Silence We Hear The Lonely Pipe Of Death.

Apologizing - A Very Desperate Habit - One That Is Rarely Cured. Apology Is Only Egotism Wrong Side Out.

You Make Me Chuckle When You Say That You Are No Longer Young, That You Have Turned Twenty-four. A Man Is Or May Be Young To After Sixty, And Not Old Before Eighty.

Taxes Are What We Pay For Civilized Society