Christmas Is Not A Season. It Is

A Closed Mind Is A Dying Mind.

There Are People Who Have A Penchant For Cities-more Than That, A Talent For Them, A Gift Of Sensing Them, Of Feeling Their Rhythm And Pulsebeats, As Others Have A Highly Developed Music Sense, Or Color Reaction. It Is A Thing That Cannot Be Acquired.

Don't You Hate People Who Say They're Not Complaining And Then Complain?

One Can Summon Courage And Fortitude To Face Tragedy; Irritations And Frustrations Are A Cloud Of Mosquitoes That Nip And Sting And Drive One Frantic.

Science Had Married The Wilderness And Was Taming The Savage Shrew.