Christmas Is Not A Season. It Is

There's No Sauce For Play Like Work.

Whoever Said Love Conquers All Was A Fool. Because Almost Everything Conquers Love - Or Tries To.

I Never Would Just Open A Door And Walk Through, I Had To Bust It Down For The Hell Of It. I Just Naturally Liked Doing Things The Hard Way.

When A New Post-war Generation Has Grown To Puberty And To Youth And To Manhood And Womanhood, It Should Read, And It Should Be Realistically Told, Of The Futility, The Idiocy, The Utter Depravity Of War. For That Matter, This Instruction Could Begin At The Age Of Six With The Taking Of Those Toy Guns Out Of Those Toy Holsters And Throwing Them In The Ash-cans Where They Belong.

Perhaps Too Much Of Everything Is As Bad As Too Little.