Cats Seem To Go On The Principle

There Are Some Optimists Who Search Eagerly For The Skunk Cabbage Which In February Sometimes Pushes Itself Up Through The Ice, And Who Call It A Sign Of Spring. I Wish That I Could Feel That Way About It, But I Do Not. The Truth Of The Matter, To Me, Is Simply That Skunk Cabbage Blooms In The Winter Time.

Love Is ...not A Fact In Nature Of Which We Become Aware, But Rather A Creation Of The Human Imagination.

February... Now More Than Ever One Must Remind Oneself That It Is Wasteful Folly To Wish That Time Would Pass, Or - As The Puritanical Old Saying Used To Have It - To Kill Time Until It Kills You.

The Advertiser Is The Overrewarded Court Jester And Court Pander At The Democratic Court.

Logic Is The Art Of Going Wrong With Confidence.