Age Is A Clever Thief. It Takes

You Do It A Day At A Time. You Write As Well As You Can, You Put It In The Mail, You Leave It Under Submission, You Never Leave It At Home.

When People Make A Contract With The Devil And Give Him An Air-conditioned Office To Work In, He Doesn't Go Back Home Easily.

Success, Like Fashion, Is A Fickle Companion And Can Leave One In The Wink Of An Eye.

I Believe Every...man Remembers The Girl He Thinks He Should Have Married. She Reappears To Him In His Lonely Moments, Or He Sees Her In The Face Of A Young Girl In The Park, Buying A Snowball Under An Oak Tree By The Baseball Diamond. But She Belongs To Back There, To Somebody Else, And That Thought Sometimes Rends Your Heart In A Way That You Never Share With Anyone Else.

We Gain No Wisdom By Imposing Our Way On Others.