There's No Heart Like The Indian Heart.

If We Can't Respect The Way We Earn It, Money Has No Value. If We Can't Use It To Make Life Better For Our Families And Loved Ones, Money Has No Purpose.

What Is It?" She Asked. "i'm Looking For Your Wings. You Are My Guardian Angel, Aren't You?" "i'm Afraid Not," She Replied, Her Cheeks Dimplingwith A Wry Smile. "there's Too Much Of The Devil In Me For That." "just How Much Devil," I Grinned, "are We Talking About Here?

Every Life, Every Love, Every Action And Feeling And Thought Has Its Reason And Significance: Its Beginning, And The Part It Plays In The End. Sometimes, We Do See.

Happiness Is A Myth. It Was Invented To Make Us Buy New Things.

Civilization, After All, Is Defined By What We Forbid, More Than What We Permit.