A German Philosopher Once Wrote That He

The Platform Underneath The Balloon Fell On Her As She Was Trying To Escape," She Explained. "she Was Crushed." "i'd Have Been Disappointed Too.

My Perfect Reader Doesn't Just Read - He Or She Devours Books.

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

Inside Every Fat Man, There's A Thin Man Trying To Get Out.

I Believe That, By And Large, People Are Good And Everybody You Meet Is More Likely To Surprise You In A Positive Way Than In A Negative Way.