Work Could Cure Almost Anything

Part Of You Died Each Year When The Leaves Fell From The Trees And Their Branches Were Bare Against The Wind And The Cold, Wintry Light.

The Sea Is The Same As It Has Been Since Before Men Ever Went On It In Boats.

Any Man Who Eats Dessert Is Not Drinking Enough.

The Worst Death For Anyone Is To Lose The Center Of His Being, The Thing He Really Is. Retirement Is The Filthiest Word In The Language. Whether By Choice Or By Fate, To Retire From What You Do - And Makes You What You Are - Is To Back Up Into The Grave.

Now He Was Proving It Again. Each Time Was A New Time And He Never Thought About The Past When He Was Doing It.